Post by audio on Feb 28, 2012 21:51:58 GMT -5
AUDIO TRIG ROUTING
local, twenty four, badass, nerd machine, awesome, garrett nickelsen
blurb of childhood from his point of view for starters, i was a pampered fucking child. i was spoiled rotten, to the core. i wasn't even an only child, i was just given whatever i wanted it's funny how i turned out, right? because i'm the farthest from spoiled now. but hey, we're not there yet. i have two sisters, both are bitches, but what's new? sisters are always bitches in the eyes of their brothers. that's not really my childhood, though, is it? i grew up in santa ana heights in california, which is a neighborhood in orange county or the east side of newport beach. i'm not ashamed to admit that my family was and still is wealthy. old money rocks. anyway, i honestly lived their my whole life- at least until i turned twenty two and i moved to hartford, where i am now, but still not there yet. it's a nice place, kind of snooty, but nice, pleasant, decent people. like every other little boy, i grew up really nerdy. i played pokemon, when trading cards was still cool, and i still have four binders full of cards, i watched zombie movies and star wars, and i pretended i was a jedi. i was sort of a bad ass. i rode bikes around the neigborhood with my friends, which by the way, i had the most of in fourth grade- i was a people's person. i also had the most girlfriends. i was a ladies man, if you couldn't tell. that pretty much sums up birth through sixth grade, right? there wasn't anything much exciting in that point of my life.
blurb of junior high from his point of view this is where i sort of screwed up. junior high was awesome for me. it was great to me, it loved me and i loved it back. looking back, seventh and eighth grade seems like it went by really fast, but that might just be because i'm a twenty four year old now and i can't remember much or it actually did go by fast- or it could be that i was too busy smoking and drinking in the boys bathroom after lunch to remember anything else. still the most spoiled kid in the world, i had this group of friends that i'd been friends with since forever- first grade, at least. for some reason, we thought that stealing from our dad's beer stashes and wine cabinets was a good idea, the thing that cool kids would do. we saw it in the movies, so why not? trust me, it wasn't. back to the story, we'd steal alcohol from our dads and one of our friends had the responsibility of getting whatever smokable substance was the most accessible, and we'd ditch class to go hang out in the bathroom. it was an easy life- not the best, most preferable sort of lifestyle, but it was easy. easy and without a doubt fun. still, though, i didn't abandon the whole nerd machine part of audio. i still was the biggest jedi and pokemon trainer possible. junior high was also the point in my life where i discovered my first and only true love, zombies.
blurb of high school from his point of view ninth grade was basically eighth grade, and tenth grade was pretty much ninth grade. it was the same old thing, but it wasn't boring. we'd skip class when we wanted to, go to the bathrooms, and smoke. before school, we'd sit in one of our cars and smoke. after school, we'd go somewhere and smoke. it was still an easy life. it was an enjoyable life, but not so much one to be proud of. i certainly wasn't, and i knew that, but i didn't want to do anything about it. when my parents found out, they obviously did though. i was stupid and left my cigarettes at the top of my underwear drawer. my mom, being the greatest, nicest, sweetest woman ever, discovered it while i wasn't home and she was putting laundry away. you can imagine she was pissed, but the truth is, she wasn't. she was disappointed, of course, like any sane parent would be. she was upset with me and she calmly talked to me about it when i arrived home. i wasn't mad at her because she wasn't mad at me. my dad, though? my dad was a different story. she said that she'd talk to him and try to convince him that i was a teenager, it was what we did, but unfortunately, it didn't go over as well as she and i both hoped it would. he flipped. he yelled, he broke things in the house, he chased me around the house. i'm surprised the cops weren't called. thank god they didn't kick me out of the house, because if that had happened, i don't know where i was supposed to go, how i would support myself. life would have been terrible, i would have been miserable. what they did do, however, was confine me to my room. they home schooled me, hired a tutor, did everything to keep me inside of my house. i can't really blame them, because even though i was the one doing it, it's what i would have done to my child. they let all my friend's parents know what their children were doing and it was taken care of. funny thing is, though, no one was shocked. we were bratty, spoiled, rich kids, and at the time, we thought we wouldn't, and we didn't for a while, get caught. i think that's why my parents weren't shunned after that. somehow, i graduated high school, but i didn't go to college. the rest is history.
blurb of life after high school from his point of view i stayed 'clean' for about two months after high school ended. like i said, i didn't go to college so i had a lot of free time on my hands. i didn't have a job either, because i had tried that during high school and it had not endd well. my boss said i had an attitude and it wasn't going to 'fly' with him, but that's a different story completely. any, lots of time on my hands and nothing to do with it. my parents trusted me enough by this point to let me interact with the old group of friends which is what i did. unfortunately, i took advantage of that trust and went behind my parent's word when they told me to do anything but turn to my old habits. one of my friends had never quit drugs so i took this as an opportunity to get back on board. long story short, i got 'addicted' again. after being a prisoner in my own house, it felt nice to be able to have a little freedom. this particular friend was able to get his hand on a variety of things- crack, weed, cocaine, acid, meth, ketamine, it was a whole new ball park. we weren't just smoking the same old weed, we were trying new ways of doing things, but honestly, we don't need to get that in depth. besides, its a period that i try not to reminscence on. so back to the story, i got back on drugs of all sorts, parents found out, i moved out. my life was basically drugs, drugs, and more drugs for about three years after that. i'm surprised i didn't have some sort of overdose and die. hell, i'm shocked i still have brain cells. back to the point, life was sort of screwed up. it wasn't until i met alex, my best friend, that i actually started to rethink my decisions.
blurb of twenty two years old through now no, we weren't in any way gay for each other. okay, maybe, but in the bromance sort of way. i met him through a girlfriend and we clicked instantly. in fact, that girlfrind dumped me because i never spent any time with her- i was with alex so much. i didn't know if i gave the guy a chance because he had such a badass name- his atual name was sparta- or because we were just similar, after you take all of the bad habits and the fact that he played football away. i didn't exactly stop the drugs all together, but i definitely didn't do it as often. alex was a good guy who was raised similar to i was. the difference, though, was that his parents cared about him, whereas mine cared, but didn't show it, like his apparently did. that's where i went wrong. anyway, when i turned twenty two, i moved to la, california with alex, after he graduated college. we lived there for a couple months, which was where i got off of the addiction, and about five months before i turned twenty three, we moved across the country, to connecticut where he lived as a teenager. i've been living in hartford ever since. since, alex has remained my best friend, as well as a friend of his, named austin. now, i mean it when i say the rest is history.
blurb of audio's personality from best friend's point of view "i've only known audio for about four years now, but i think i know him better than anyone else in this entire world. i've seen him interact with other people, i've seen him emotional, i've seen him cry and get mad, and get really excited about the silliest of things, and i've hung out with him at least every day for the past three years. for one, he's a nerd. don't let him fool you with the whole i'm-a-recovering-drug-addict. i'll come home from work and he'll either be playing countless star wars games, watching star wars or some other nerd movie, or reading comic books. i don't know, just doing nerd stuff. he's also really realistic now and very cynical. he doesn't trust easily, because of the way he'd been taken advantage of in the past, and i don't blame him. i mean, it caused him to lose his relationship with his parents so why wouldn't it give him the right to be that way? right. he's also a really strong person. obviously it takes a while for a person like him to make their habits normal again, but he's done it, and even though he admits to having 'urges' to revert back into eighteen year old audio, he hasn't once, and to me, that's a strong person. he's incredibily friendly and nonjudgemental. he loves people and he loves meeting new people. he's like a dopey little dog, who loves to make friends."
current status with family from his point of view my parents aren't exactly proud of me, but they do respect that i've quit smoking and snorting and just doing bad stuff. they're happy that i've set my life straight, but i dont think they trust me- hell, i know they don't trust me and i can't really blame them. currently, i'm not in very much contact with them. i get a call every couple months or so, but besides that, i never really talk to them. i also have two sisters and a brother, both sisters being younger than me and my brother older. my brother, who's twenty six, still lives in california, but we've always been close and that's never changed. my little sisters, who're thirteen and fifteen... i don't know, they're sort of like strangers to me because i never took the time to talk to them. sort of sad, really.
blurb of junior high from his point of view this is where i sort of screwed up. junior high was awesome for me. it was great to me, it loved me and i loved it back. looking back, seventh and eighth grade seems like it went by really fast, but that might just be because i'm a twenty four year old now and i can't remember much or it actually did go by fast- or it could be that i was too busy smoking and drinking in the boys bathroom after lunch to remember anything else. still the most spoiled kid in the world, i had this group of friends that i'd been friends with since forever- first grade, at least. for some reason, we thought that stealing from our dad's beer stashes and wine cabinets was a good idea, the thing that cool kids would do. we saw it in the movies, so why not? trust me, it wasn't. back to the story, we'd steal alcohol from our dads and one of our friends had the responsibility of getting whatever smokable substance was the most accessible, and we'd ditch class to go hang out in the bathroom. it was an easy life- not the best, most preferable sort of lifestyle, but it was easy. easy and without a doubt fun. still, though, i didn't abandon the whole nerd machine part of audio. i still was the biggest jedi and pokemon trainer possible. junior high was also the point in my life where i discovered my first and only true love, zombies.
blurb of high school from his point of view ninth grade was basically eighth grade, and tenth grade was pretty much ninth grade. it was the same old thing, but it wasn't boring. we'd skip class when we wanted to, go to the bathrooms, and smoke. before school, we'd sit in one of our cars and smoke. after school, we'd go somewhere and smoke. it was still an easy life. it was an enjoyable life, but not so much one to be proud of. i certainly wasn't, and i knew that, but i didn't want to do anything about it. when my parents found out, they obviously did though. i was stupid and left my cigarettes at the top of my underwear drawer. my mom, being the greatest, nicest, sweetest woman ever, discovered it while i wasn't home and she was putting laundry away. you can imagine she was pissed, but the truth is, she wasn't. she was disappointed, of course, like any sane parent would be. she was upset with me and she calmly talked to me about it when i arrived home. i wasn't mad at her because she wasn't mad at me. my dad, though? my dad was a different story. she said that she'd talk to him and try to convince him that i was a teenager, it was what we did, but unfortunately, it didn't go over as well as she and i both hoped it would. he flipped. he yelled, he broke things in the house, he chased me around the house. i'm surprised the cops weren't called. thank god they didn't kick me out of the house, because if that had happened, i don't know where i was supposed to go, how i would support myself. life would have been terrible, i would have been miserable. what they did do, however, was confine me to my room. they home schooled me, hired a tutor, did everything to keep me inside of my house. i can't really blame them, because even though i was the one doing it, it's what i would have done to my child. they let all my friend's parents know what their children were doing and it was taken care of. funny thing is, though, no one was shocked. we were bratty, spoiled, rich kids, and at the time, we thought we wouldn't, and we didn't for a while, get caught. i think that's why my parents weren't shunned after that. somehow, i graduated high school, but i didn't go to college. the rest is history.
blurb of life after high school from his point of view i stayed 'clean' for about two months after high school ended. like i said, i didn't go to college so i had a lot of free time on my hands. i didn't have a job either, because i had tried that during high school and it had not endd well. my boss said i had an attitude and it wasn't going to 'fly' with him, but that's a different story completely. any, lots of time on my hands and nothing to do with it. my parents trusted me enough by this point to let me interact with the old group of friends which is what i did. unfortunately, i took advantage of that trust and went behind my parent's word when they told me to do anything but turn to my old habits. one of my friends had never quit drugs so i took this as an opportunity to get back on board. long story short, i got 'addicted' again. after being a prisoner in my own house, it felt nice to be able to have a little freedom. this particular friend was able to get his hand on a variety of things- crack, weed, cocaine, acid, meth, ketamine, it was a whole new ball park. we weren't just smoking the same old weed, we were trying new ways of doing things, but honestly, we don't need to get that in depth. besides, its a period that i try not to reminscence on. so back to the story, i got back on drugs of all sorts, parents found out, i moved out. my life was basically drugs, drugs, and more drugs for about three years after that. i'm surprised i didn't have some sort of overdose and die. hell, i'm shocked i still have brain cells. back to the point, life was sort of screwed up. it wasn't until i met alex, my best friend, that i actually started to rethink my decisions.
blurb of twenty two years old through now no, we weren't in any way gay for each other. okay, maybe, but in the bromance sort of way. i met him through a girlfriend and we clicked instantly. in fact, that girlfrind dumped me because i never spent any time with her- i was with alex so much. i didn't know if i gave the guy a chance because he had such a badass name- his atual name was sparta- or because we were just similar, after you take all of the bad habits and the fact that he played football away. i didn't exactly stop the drugs all together, but i definitely didn't do it as often. alex was a good guy who was raised similar to i was. the difference, though, was that his parents cared about him, whereas mine cared, but didn't show it, like his apparently did. that's where i went wrong. anyway, when i turned twenty two, i moved to la, california with alex, after he graduated college. we lived there for a couple months, which was where i got off of the addiction, and about five months before i turned twenty three, we moved across the country, to connecticut where he lived as a teenager. i've been living in hartford ever since. since, alex has remained my best friend, as well as a friend of his, named austin. now, i mean it when i say the rest is history.
blurb of audio's personality from best friend's point of view "i've only known audio for about four years now, but i think i know him better than anyone else in this entire world. i've seen him interact with other people, i've seen him emotional, i've seen him cry and get mad, and get really excited about the silliest of things, and i've hung out with him at least every day for the past three years. for one, he's a nerd. don't let him fool you with the whole i'm-a-recovering-drug-addict. i'll come home from work and he'll either be playing countless star wars games, watching star wars or some other nerd movie, or reading comic books. i don't know, just doing nerd stuff. he's also really realistic now and very cynical. he doesn't trust easily, because of the way he'd been taken advantage of in the past, and i don't blame him. i mean, it caused him to lose his relationship with his parents so why wouldn't it give him the right to be that way? right. he's also a really strong person. obviously it takes a while for a person like him to make their habits normal again, but he's done it, and even though he admits to having 'urges' to revert back into eighteen year old audio, he hasn't once, and to me, that's a strong person. he's incredibily friendly and nonjudgemental. he loves people and he loves meeting new people. he's like a dopey little dog, who loves to make friends."
current status with family from his point of view my parents aren't exactly proud of me, but they do respect that i've quit smoking and snorting and just doing bad stuff. they're happy that i've set my life straight, but i dont think they trust me- hell, i know they don't trust me and i can't really blame them. currently, i'm not in very much contact with them. i get a call every couple months or so, but besides that, i never really talk to them. i also have two sisters and a brother, both sisters being younger than me and my brother older. my brother, who's twenty six, still lives in california, but we've always been close and that's never changed. my little sisters, who're thirteen and fifteen... i don't know, they're sort of like strangers to me because i never took the time to talk to them. sort of sad, really.
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I'M HANNAH AND THATS ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.
