I used to force my cat Gizmo to sit on my lap and I would make him look like he was typing a typerider.

My brother and I would crack up when we would do carriage returns and when we would make the cat type 50 words per second. It was good times.

And nothing wrong with making the cat pay some rent....

One time I spent the night at my friend Chris' house on a friday night. He was my best friend all throughout middle school, but this idea of ours to hang out turned out to be a life changing event for both of us.

We both we kind of sick and both had some kind of flu or something on this particular friday night and we did our usual stuff like play Super Nintendo into the wee hours of the night.

But that night something really messed up happened.  I had a Grand Maul Seizure in his house.  The reason I had one was because I was recently weened off of my medication.

Basically I was in a dream and I vividly remember falling from a cliff.  At this point in reality physically fell off the couch.  In my dream I hit the ground and I remember feeling like I was on fire.  Most doctors can tell you that you never feel anything when you have a Seizure, but I can tell you that it was the worst pain in my life and in my dream I was screaming and crying.

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As I started to become more social in high school, I spent less time at the tree fort and so did Chris Shea. The fort began to fall into disrepair.

One day I was playing video games with some people at my house. I know for sure that Kevin and Jimmy Territo were there; I can't remember who else was there.

Anyway Kevin heard some screaming coming from the fort and saw that someone had fallen off the fort. There were two kids and the one that was not hurt was asking Kevin to call 911. Kevin asked what happened and apparently, the kid had climbed to the fourth story of the fort and started destroying it. I think Kevin was tempted to not give them the phe.

911 was called and the ambulance arrived shortly thereafter. My parents were out and when they came home there was an ambulance in the driveway. They were freaked out but probably relieved that neither of their kids were hurt. The funny thing is that I didn't even realize any of this was happening. I was just in my own merry . . . Read More..

Back when I was in 10th grade I biked practically every day up to Kim Deacon or Ashley Halleran's house or to Music Master. I was growing my hair out and it was almost shoulder length. I wasn't quite a skater because I couldn't skateboard - I was what was called a poser.

Anyway, I was biking one day down Snowapple as I usually do and this G-Dawg yells out "Freak" to me. I took offense because I really didn't think I looked like a freak. I think I cut my hair really short that summer.

This one time on our 8th grade trip to Washington DC, we took our whole group to the Hollocost museum.

But we werent there but 10 minutes when Jason Cooley spit off of this balcony thing.

Someone caught him and then they kicked out our entire school.

People can ruin things for everyone by doing something stupid. Why would anyone punish a group of people when it is one persons fault for doing something stupid?

This type of thing happens all the time in society. Someone can commit a crime and lawmakers will screw everyone else over because one person did something.

People can be stupid sometimes, but Jason was a cool guy regardless. I didnt really want to go to that muesum anyways at the time. I was too young to think about what happened 50 years ago.