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Posted: 2nd April 2013 by boy in Uncategorized

I need to post here more, or get rid of this domain.  I mean, really.  It’s like $15 a year now, and I don’t feel like I’m getting a dollar a month of value out of it. Also, I need to fix this theme.

True Colors Part Two

Posted: 15th February 2012 by boy in Uncategorized

The “friend” of eight years who found time in his busy Japanese vacation to throw me under a bus while claiming to be “very worried” about me, still hasn’t contacted me.   He’s had months to demonstrate his concern for someone other than himself. Tony is clearly just another piece of shit that I mistook for […]

True Colors Part One

Posted: 25th November 2011 by boy in Uncategorized

Friend of eight years took the time last week to send an e-mail to fifteen people (none of which was me, however) from Japan, in which he throws me under a bus while claiming to be “very worried” about me. He’s been back in the states 5 days now at least, I haven’t heard a […]


Posted: 1st September 2011 by boy in Uncategorized

Came and went.  Nobody remembered with the following exceptions: Out In America:  Their computer remembered. Mother: After three or four years, she emails to say she is concerned.  But still does not respond to mails sent back. Father: Called to complain.  Entirely anticipated. This year none of my friends remarked upon it, and neither did […]


Posted: 21st August 2011 by boy in Uncategorized
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There are at this point, no photos of me as a child.  It’s not that there weren’t any taken, but it’s something my father confiscated as a way to be spiteful to my mother in the divorce.  All I have now are some memories, and very few at that.  I had considered trying to scan […]

The Purple Block

Posted: 15th June 2011 by boy in Uncategorized

In the time before my memory begins, I had acquired a set of wooden rods that were part of a set that came with a wagon.  Playskool I think it was.  I can’t be sure anymore, as my father confiscated all the photos in the divorce to spite my mother, and they have not been […]