myOtaku.com: Alex the Lion

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Birthday
• 1992-10-20
Gender
• Female
Location
• the punk streets
Member Since
• 2005-06-16
Occupation
• im in a band, and do quite alot of sk8ing
Real Name
• Sarah

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Achievements
• im in a band and i sk8 and im am rich yay
Anime Fan Since
• dunno dun care
Favorite Anime
• anime is super gay
Goals
• famous me woot woot!
Hobbies
• guitar sk8ing and acting like a horse's ass
Talents
• being an idiot THANK U BAM!!!!!!

myOtaku.com: Alex the Lion

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Broken Home, Broken Life, Broken Child Part 5-Everybody Hates Kurt
we sat there until 7:00 and we got down 2 bisness. i took my bi-polar med and i was very pissed tat i only made $500 at lunch time. but 2day me and Tuck were gonna go 2 the city. i liked the city, there r alot of kids there, punk rockers.plus there were lots of places 2 crash and stay over-nite. we were gonna take a bus and go shopping. christmas was almost here, 2 weeks away. i hated holidays with my family, i hada can of spagetti-os and a Dr.Pepper 4 Thanksgiving dinner, and i watched that gay-assed parade. so when we got on the bus 2 go into the city alot of things were going through my mind. and i was thinking of buying a car. did i mention what city, New York City. yeah, turns out Fairville is a suburb of NYC. we got 2 the ity by 1:00. i knew several local bands, and guys tht worked in Hot Topic. Tuck hardly ever came 2 the city, but i thought it was the best thing i could do, he did save my life. we wnt through shity assed neighborhoods. i knew lots of the kids ther. the Bronx mostly. i was a street legend. every1 knew Kurt. we were in Time Square and we saw allt aht good shit. then i went 2 the hopping district. i bought a long sleeve Hawthorne Heights Sweater and several other shirts. and i got Tuck a thermal Fender guitar shirt. we bought a couple hats, heartagram beainies and we stopped at Pac Sun a while 2. when the nite was over we had spent $500. not bad. i needed hair die. im a bleach blonde, i know ewwww. ad i needed 2 die my hair my black again. Tuck 2. he was a red head. i know, ew. so by the time the city started lting up, we wnt 2 Rockafeller Center and looked at the Christmas Tree. It was overwhelming. i made me wonder about things, and it really was like ging through a spiral of madness. th lites, the decorations, everything so un-calm and un-inviting and at the same time inviting and warm. we hit a club on the worse side of town. it was called Rockers' Hideaway, and there was gonna b a sorta Battle of the Bands that nite. Red Nightfire and Blackened soul were playing, and sveral other bands i know were playing. people were drinking, and fiting and such. it was mostly a punk club, and i went there everytime i dropped in the city. every1 there knew me, i ruled all the punk sorta "gangs" in the whole Tri-State area. im a ledgened, did i mention that? i listened 2 the bands and Tuck was soooo euthused with everything that was going on. after the show there was a alleyway the rockers and neighborhood punks hng out on. hung out on. we called it High Street cause every1 there got high. i ran in2 Tyler the guitarist 4 Bloody Sunday and he was near wastes. there city punks were hardly any joke. "hey Kurt-Cain nice of u 2 drop in" he said, he was soooo wasted. "Ty hey whats up? this is Tuck my best friend" i said back. i didnt wanna hang long. no one really said much about my cast. they were all so damn high, i doubt they noticed. i didnt really like doing drugs with the city kids, they like all had AIDS. Tuck was wide-eye and said, "hi, how u doin Ty?" Ty was hardly in any condition 2 talk, but he said, "hey Tuck, u lucky fuck, Kurt-Cain here is a great guy. i bet u guys r a real cool team. Tuck and fck rhyme" he said as he laughed. e thought it was so funny. "u guys can crash above the club 2nite if u need sumwhere 2 go." Eric said, he was sober, thank god sum1 there was. Eric was Bloody Sunday's drummer. i said, "thank u" and went through the back-stage door and up the stairs. there were fairly nice rooms up there. "Tuck" i said, "i need 2 think" i walked out the door. i and was on the sidewalk. it was dark and i saw a parking garage. i went in it, since it was cold and sat in the stair way. i lit a cigeratte. i was thinkin of everything. the shooting, the killing, the fire. it all played it my head over and over. it was like the time Tuck came over and he was drunk and we were watchin Tommy Boy. he kept rewinding the part where they were in that one dudes office and he set the car on fie. he did it over and over. i wanted 2 break the damn DVD in half. it was funny 2 me everytime i was drunk, but it was so annoying. he must have dun it 100 times!!!!!! i wanted blow my brains out. how could so many things happen 2 one kid? was i going mad? i dont know but whatever the reason i rote a poem. razor out. arm bloody.....

over and over
again and again
the same old vision
haunting my head
i wanna take the tape out
i wanna burn it 2 hell
get it outta my mind
but its proected by a shell
it wont stop
and i cant stop it
i wanna get it out!!
take it out and drop it
dead with a dream of death and dispear
sleeping and cant wake up, the pain is everywhere.
oh my god i fell so fuck alone
should i have left my broken home?

i rote that on the wall of the staircase of the paring garage. i sat there 4 a couple more hours, cigerate after cigeratte. and i went back 2 the club when i smoked all 24 of them. it was near 3:00, and when i got up 2 the room Tuck was asleep. i went 2 sleep, with freah cuts on my arm. was i gonna buy a car? was i gonnastay in the city and not go back 2 the shity suburbs? so many thoughts and the thoughts of my parents. i was overloading. what was i gonna do?

to be continued
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