About me:
Name: Robert Quinn McAlister
Age : 16
Gender : Male
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Grade : 11
Status: Single
Orientation : Straight
Favorite Book: Twilight
Favorite TV show: Family Guy
Vices : Drinking, Internet, Smoking
Interesting Facts:
I'm a masochist
I am a little emo
I suffer from ADD
I suffer from Aspergers
I support the legalization, regulation, and taxation of marijuana
I'm a little bit of a manga dork
I play a little bit of guitar
I like animals, and think of them the same way as people, so I don't talk to it like its an idiot, i won't bother unless it does so to me.
I watched one of my friends lose her life to AIDS
I think vampires are cool
I think that I like romance stories more then most guys
I plan on posting a poem on a very traumatic day in my life soon. The night before the day began, i had only had 1 collective hour of sleep, just to make the day even worse then it would normally of been anyways This event was at about 10:30 on July 11 2008. Me and my friend snuck out of swim practice to go smoke in the creek behind the woods, and we saw a dead dog... only it wasn't just dead, but somebody had killed it. The shit was beaten out of it, its guts were hanging out it, and it was hanging on a tree by a wire around its neck. When i told the police, my mom was there, so when they found out i was smoking, so did my mom. In the same day, at around 3:45 I went to hang out with a group of people who I thought were my friends, to relieve the extreme stress and traumatization of that day, but they beat me up took my money and threw me out of their door when I wouldn't buy them weed with it. When i got home, my dad was there, and I had to deal with a long lecture on why I shouldn't smoke. When i went upstairs to sleep i had nightmares all night.
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