I’m stealing an idea from Amuirin, who stole it from someone who stole it from someone.
Anyway, what I’m going to do is set the Wayback Machine backwards in 5 year increments, so you can see what kind of twit I was growing up!
2002-age 25
I got married in August, and though it was a great wedding, in hindsight, the signs that it was doomed were there. The soon-to-be-wife and I fought a lot, especially as the wedding approached.
Two years before that, my best friend and I got into a HUGE fight that was still affecting my life with feelings of guilt and uncertainty. I’ve come to terms with that time now, but I was still was still a wreck in 2002.
Let’s see…2002, I was living in an apartment with the gf/wife. We watched a lot of TV, and spent too much time in altered states of conciousness. We also ate way too much pizza.
1997-age 20. I was recently kicked out of my parents’ house for cussing my mother out (to this day, I swear that it was justified!). I stayed at the aforementioned best friend’s house for a while; then, I moved to my girlfriend’s mother’s house. I spent too much money on comic books that year, if I recall.
This was also the year I really started reading books on religions other than Christianity. As a consequense of this spiritual journey, I began dabbling in magick, and I started weaning myself off of meat. I never looked back.
1992-age 15 I was just starting high school this year, which was much better than junior high. Nobody wanted to beat me up in high school, and my behavior that was concidered weird in junior high was now concidered “alternative.” I began listening to “alternative” music, as well, and shunned top 40 radio forever. I also began to grow my hair long.
I played a lot of video games in 1992. Nintendo was my God.
1987-age 10. I think this was when my friends and I started out Max Headroom fan club. We played a lot of Nintendo, but our big thing was G.I. Joe. Looking back, I think that this was the root of my writing ability: creating stories with these figures. My friends and I would take the time to ensure that there was some form of narrative. I remember one game of G.I. Joe we played in my attic that lasted a month and took a day and a half to prepare for. I think that this was around the time I could see the ghosts that haunted my parents’ basement.
1982-age 5. Hmmm….lots of Atari 2600. Video games have always played a big part in my life.
I started going to kindergarten, I think, but I cried a lot. I was an overly sensative child, and didn’t deal with the stress of being left somewhere everyday. I met my friend Shane Davis, who would later betray me and join the gangs that liked beating me up. He would also go on to use a lot of drugs, clean himself up, then die of cancer.
Let’s see…vague images of sticker books and Star Wars figures.
1977-Age 0. I was born 2 weeks before Star Wars came out, a fact that I feel is cosmically significant. I don’t remember anything about this year, but I’ve been told that I cried a lot, and I learned to talk early. My first word was “gimmie.”
So, let’s keep this ball rollling….someone else better do this, too!