For you shall be like unto Gods,
Knowing both Good and Evil.
What can I say about myself that hasn't already been said? Apparently, quite a lot.
Born in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada in the latter half of the 1970s to a contract electronic engineer and an ex-upper-management-personnel-trainer, I lived in the suburb of Kitsilano, next to the ocean, for the first three years of my life. During this time I received at least one gift from the daughter of suspected ex-Nazis living in Argentina, physically sat on the son of the head of Greenpeace, was found to be mostly deaf (during a trip to England) and generally lived a wacky life.
After a successful ear operation allowing me full hearing (well, as full as you can get), my parents and I upped and moved to Nepean, a city which is a suburb of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada (the capital of the large, empty, sometimes cold country). Apparently I wasn't too damned happy about it. At any rate, my parents put me into kindergarten at Pope John XXIII Elementary School, a fine Catholic school where the French teacher abused us, I was able to consistently skip class, and I learned to take my frustrations out on others. I already knew how to read anyways, so why pay attention?
Something snapped in my mind sometime near the death of L. Ron Hubbard and the Challenger explosion. I started singing about evil spirits in my abdomen and becoming really antisocial. I think it had something to do with the girlfriend I had when I was five leaving me. So they moved me to another school.
I came to St Monica's enrolled in both the Gifted and Special Education classes, which means they thought I was both too smart and too hard to deal with (wrong on both counts) for normal people. Or something. I quickly made friends and constructed for them a fantasy world to inhabit at recess, based on a really strange combination of Tolkien and the Qabalah and science fiction and real science and death and... you get the picture.
By the time I got out of that school, I was pretty screwed up, all on my own.
Frank Ryan Senior Elementary was a school where I learned where Hell was. Here on Earth. Yes, I was beaten frequently, turned for solace to the Occult, learned to fight back and wrapped the school administration around my little finger. This didn't stop the school guidance counsellor from making regular trips to our (now normal) classroom to tell us we were evil children and didn't get along like the others.
Somehow I made it into High School, less confused, more maniacal, and definitely ready to control my life.
After that, Kuru started.
My life was never the same.
I recently spent a month living on the streets.
I'll soon be leaving a job that pays twice the minimum wage to concentrate more on my last semester of high school.
Brent and I will be sitting next to each other in Physics class.
I can be found regularly spouting philosophy at the Maledicta Personals Page. See if you can guess who I am.
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