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[Mar. 23rd, 2008|09:35 pm] |
So, when I was younger, I wanted to be a sunglasses model. Not shittin' you either. I was five and watching a commercial and I thought 'if he could do it, so could I.' You know what I mean. The guy wore these sunglasses, let some people shot footage of him and he was done. Probably walked out of the studio with the raybans on too. I would sit in front on the sink counter in the bathroom with a pair of sunglasses on my face, practicing my faces for when I got older. My mom thought there was seriously something wrong with me. I would spend hours staring at myself in the mirror, arching my brow, pursing my lips, making model poses with my face, you know what I'm talking about. Keep in mind, I was five so, it was really amusing. My mom has pictures of it. I don't know what made me change my mind, maybe it was the fact that, as I got older, about ten, I started hearing this thing about models having to loose weight. Well, I had a fat nose, totally fucked up. I didn't think there was a diet for noses so, I figured I had to give up my dream you know. I couldn't put my nose on a brown rice diet, it would have been sick. So, I put my sunglasses away and changed my career options. Plenty of times since then.
Why did I just tell you that ridiculous story? There are two reasons. One, I like to tell stories. Two, it helps show you what kind of kid I was. Maybe help you to understand why I am the way I am now. Oh, so you want to know WHO I am, like my NAME. Oh, right. Michael. Michael Evan Bose. MEB. Yeah, that's me. Son of Nicole and Chardin Bose, brother to Jamie and Preston Bose. Jamie, she's my sister. She's a year younger. I get along with her best. Preston. He's about four years older then me, total dick. He thinks he's so big and bad, no joke. Left the family when he was twenty two to pursue some sort of crazy acting career, we haven't heard much from him. Only a letter now and then saying he needs some cash and stuff. Mom sends it to him since he's the first born and he's special. That and, I think she wants him to stay away. Not because she doesn't love him but, because she's turned his room into a sewing room for her and her weird old lady friends to hang. It's a pink room with lots of weird crafty stuff all over the place. They'll be in there for hours. Doesn't bother my dad, he lives in the basement pretty much. He works for this corporation, I forgot the name, some big thing. He does a lot of at home work since he hates the office. He likes the one mom fixed up for him at the house. I wreck it sometimes, steal his candy stash, when I'm home anyway. Jamie is still living at home. She attends an art school that's just downtown so, it's not a far drive. She didn't really want to get out of the house as much as me though, she comes over and chills at my place now and then.
When I was eight, we went to my grandparents house for thanksgiving. It was the big family affair, crazy. Everyone was there. I have a big family so, it was whacked up. It got stuffy in the house so me and a few cousins decided to go outside and have a snowy football game. I think the football was this weird football turkey thing my aunt brought. Anyway, we're tossing the ball back and forth and it goes into the street. Not real icy, cars still going by and stuff. I run out into the street. I trip on my own foot though right, wham, hit the ground. I scrambled tog et the ball and I jumped out in a very victorious manner. All my cousins are yelling run. I turn and I saw a car coming at me, the driver on his phone and not paying attention. I didn't dive out of the way though. I dropped down, let god of the ball and covered my head. The car passed right over, I was right in the middle, not a scratch. The guy ran over the ball though and it made this real bad popping sound. I thought it was my head, he thought it was his tire. The car stopped and he got out. My mom was on the porch step screaming. I think she thought it was my head too. The guy looks around and sees me laying on the ground and he screamed. Everyone was screaming and I was laying there, thinking my head had exploded and I was dead. Everyone ran over and the rolled me onto my stomach. I opened my eyes and they were all looking at me and I was looking at them. Suddenly, I screamed "I've gone to hell!" I seriously thought that. My mom didn't think it was funny and she smacked me upside the head. That's how I knew I wasn't dead, I still had a head. The guy apologized for running over the ball and told me to be more careful. I had to spend the rest of thanksgiving inside.
As I stated before, I like telling stories. That's one of my favorites. Afterwards, when I thought about what happened, I got this rush to try it again. I think that's what really sparked my interest in all things daring. That Christmas, I got my first dirt bike. I broke my arm, nose, and collarbone on that bike. I had good times. I gave up on dirt biking after a while and took up skateboarding. I stuck with that much longer. I still do it. I work at this board shop, not far from my school. Gives me money to pay rent and shit, you know. I skate on the weekends when I don't have anything to do. Me and my friends try and do some crazy stuff. So far I've broken every finger on my right hand, my nose again, my leg at the knee, my ankle, my leg again but, at my shin. Got my ear torn a bit and I've had several concussions. Good stuff right. Don't worry, i won't tell you any gross stories unless you ask. Then, I'll make you fucking puke, I swear to it. I like details in my stories, especially ones like that.
One time, me and two friends of mine were messing with these metal head guys. I mean, full out long hair and pantera shirts right. I flat out told the guy that pantera sucks. I bashed the band front, back, side to side, all around. The asshole got pissed and took a swing. Freaked out that we caused this, we started running. The dude and a few of his friends started chasing us. Holy shit right? It was a joke and these took it like I was busting their moms. (Your moms so fat that she has her own zip code! Bitch!) So, we're running and they're chasing and my friend darren is screaming like a baby. it was pretty friggin' scary. Everyone on the street stopped and starred. So, we get down to the park (I'll let you know I used to live in Philadelphia) Striaght to Penn treaty park. Darren and Kyle(My friends) the ran to some weird tire thing to hide. Me, I just kept running, right out to the dock. Jumped up on the railing and down into the water. Turns out, the metal heads can't swim. I am home free right. Swim out and bit, pretend to drown and get a ride on this boat passing by. My buds weren't as lucky. I went back to go help them out but, I was too late. They got the snot beat out of them but, they were breathing. Nah, they got scuffled but, they were cool, they could walk. We went home and laughed about the whole thing. Darren had to get his nose straightened but, that was the worse thing. I still can't believe I jumped into the Delaware river. That's pretty gross.
Alright, so, I think I'm done telling you some lame stuff about me that you probably don't care about. That is, if your not, hit me up sometime. I always got some sort of spare time on my hands. if you find me, stick around, I make life interesting. Honest to god. If I haven't given you proof enough, then I'll show you in person. |
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