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The Story, of Rusty Dively
13 years ago
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Ok ladies and gentlefurs, just like the title, this is the story about me. So, I'd sit back and relax. Because my story...is just begining.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vV0bM6_TYvc
FILE: 001
Name:
Russell "Rusty" or "Russ" Dively, mainly perfers "Rusty"
Born:
May 25, 1997
Height:
5' 10"
Weight:
240 Ibs
Race:
Caucasian
Mother:
Bobbie Dively (Divorced)
Father:
Russell "Russ" Dively (Divorced)
Birth Siblings:
Robert "Robbie" or "Rob" Dively
Adoptive Siblings: Lestat-Hunter Allen Miller (birth name)/Hunter Allen Dively (Adoptive Name)
Aleah May Miller (Birth Name)/Aleah May Dively (Adoptive Name)
Half Sisters (Father's side) :
Jennifer "Jen" Dively/Crider
Jamie Dively/Cornelius
Melissa Dively/Benedict
Half Sisters (Mother's side):
Alicia Nicole Mauk
Maryssa Lynn Mauk
Friends:
Samuel "Sam" Spano
Jonathan "Jon" Miller
Donovan "Vinnie" Mock
Quentin "Mr. Clark" or "Quincy" or "Clarky" Clark
Mandrake "Manny" Carmona
Robert "Robbie" or "Rob" Shoemaker
Jasmine Keenan
Likes: Furry Art, Furry Fandom, Furry Comics, Fursuits, Anime, Muscle Cars, Rock N Roll, Heavy Metal, Little bit of Rap, Little bit of Pop, Little bit of Techno, Friends and Family, Drawing, Singing, Playing Guitar, Movies, Video Games, Supernatural (TV Show), Old Saturday Morning Cartoons, and Helping His Father Work On His 1984 Camaro.
Dislikes: Bullies, Jocks, Cheerleaders, Kids who act like they're street gangsters, Scene Kids, Drugs, Drugies, Beer, Rice Burners, People who're all about themselfs, being alone, diets, and seeing friends and family get hurt.
Inspired By These People: Eric W. Schwartz, MaxBlackRabbit, James Durbin, Lemmy Kilmister, and Mick Jagger.
Favorite foods: Strombolies, Pizza, Hot Turkie Sandwhiches with Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, Hot Dogs, Mozerrella Sticks, and Steak.
Theme songs:
Shinedown-Diamond Eyes [Boom-Lay Boom-Lay Boom]
Staind-Comfortably Numb-Live at Hiro Ballroom
Oasis-Wonderwall
Papa Roach-Lifeline & Scars
Sick Puppies-Riptide & Odd one
The Vines-Don't Listen To The Radio
James Durbin-Higher Than Heaven & Screaming
Twisted Sister-Out On The Streets
Audioslave-Show Me How To Live
Social Disortion-Reach For The Sky & Story Of My Life
Stone Sour-Through Glass
Stone Temple Pilots-Creep
Three Days Grace-Just Like You
Alice In Chains-Your Decision
KISS-God Of Thunder
Neil Young-Rockin' In The Free World
Level-Disaster Proof
The Bravery-Unconditional
Tenachious D-Roadie
Deserves: 1967 Chevrolet Impala 4 door hardtop from "Supernatural", a better life, A girl that has the same interests, whos nice, beautiful, understanding, and has big breasts.
Hey, my name is Rusty. I live with my mom in a small 2 floor house in a small ghetto town called "Altoona". On the day I was born I was with a syndrom called DAMP. DAMP stands for Deficits of Attetion, Motor control, and Perception. My parents kept that secret of me having DAMP, until I was 13. Its very close to another syndrom called Aspergers or Autism. Abit later on in life on one of my cheak ups I was told that it was just Autism. Growing up, I didn't have alotta friends. I was always scilent in Preschool and Kindergarden, I had a little radio that I toke in with me. Teachers really didn't care, aslong as it wasn't loud. Everytime when "Wonderwall" by Oasis came on, I turned it up but not too loud. I guess I was alittle 5 year old emo kid that didn't cut himself. I was just scilent and alone. But before that happened, I had only one friend. His name was "Bear". Bear, was a white Siberian Husky. We called him "Bear" because he looked like a polar bear...but I was the one named him. Bear was my buddy until I was 5. Because when I was 5...I replaced him with video games. After awhile...in December about a few days before Christmas...Bear...got hit by a lady, speeding down the road. When we scene him lying their on the road...everyone cried...but me...I wanted to go back in and play my Playstation 2. Since then, I've been a scilent boy. Plus half my family died out when I was only just a kid. When I was 9, my Gramm died. She was last of my grandparents. Then soon, I made a friend. His name, was Mandrake Carmona. I met him in elementry, eventually he started acting like a jackass, but he felt bad. So he desided to come right back and apologize, so we're now best friends again. Other than that, life was great. Until I turned 13, my parents dropped the "You have DAMP syndrome" bomb on me. But not only that, but my adoptive sibilings came into my life. But before they came, about a year later after I was born, my brother Robbie was born. Robbie was always mean to me. He always thought that HE was the older brother, not me. Me and Robbie always fought. And everytime I won, he would say "I hope you die!" When Robbie became older, me and him always got more rough with eachother. But he didn't bug me as much. When I turned 10, I got my strength. One time I punched Robbie in the nose so hard that I cracked it. Next day later I asked, "Hey Rob, you wanna go at it?" Rob ran down the street screaming and crying like a little girl. Rob isn't around anymore. Since my parents divorced, he pushed my mom around. Hitted her, swore at her, yelled at her. Just because he was hungry and wanted to go out to eat. Plus at this time, he thought he was 20. I really really wanted to do something about it...but I always went upstairs...and cried. Because I was so scared. Rob's in placement. Because all the time he swore, smoked ciggarrets, never went to school, had sex with girls, but it all stopped, when he was caught just laying down with a 20 year old girl. He's not moving back in with my mom, he's moving in with my dad. But back to my adoptive siblings. Hunter, the brother was the oldest. And Aleah, the sister was the youngest. Hunter might be my youngest so called "brother", but he's a very very mean little boy. I mean, have you ever met someone who watches you all the time? Screams like a banshee? Or a demon? Pushes and hits his little sister? Back sassed his adoptive mother? Or perhaps, hitted you right in the nuts for no reason? Heh, and people said that I was crazy. Robbie couldn't take it either, niether did my father. Hunter's plan is to get me put away in Juvinile Prison, so that way he could be man of the house. Aleah never bothered me, she adoores the hell outta me. Although, she does need to have some disaplen once in awhile. She's still a pretty cool little girl. They both came in when I was 13 years old and just getting used to Junior High School. Junior High...was one of the worst times ever. I'm glad that I just graduated outta that hellhole. Jocks always booked me, Cheerleaders always called me "ugly", I was always picked on by alotta people. One of those kids made Manny into a jackass. Then their were just kids that pissed me off because they picked on other innocent kids. Their were kids who always thought they were street gangsters, badasses, or just thought they were all big and bad. 8th Grade was when I was mostly picked on. At one time I got jumped, but the kid got away with it and I got the punishment. At the end of 8th Grade, my dad came home with something...something amazing....a 1984 Chevrolet Camaro Sport Coupe. I loved it, it was like it was made by angels....from a distance. But then when I got close...it was a wreak. Their were dents scratches all over the damn thing. But I didn't care, it was a classic, and a muscle car. And that Camaro isn't why I love muscle cars. Eversince I was born, I've had motor oil in my veins. Plus on both sides of my family, were hotrodders. My Grandpa had a 1953 Chevrolet Corrvette. My Uncle Bob had a 1955 Ford Thunderbird back in 1974. And my Aunt Leigh had a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner with the Air Grabber back in the 90's. My dad had the big mac-daddy of all classic cars. A 1974 Oldsmobile 442 with the Swivel seats. Plus on the day I was born, I was actually born on rock n roll. When my mom was close into letting me out, a janitor that was real big in his 70's era was walking by. He had "Slow Ride" by Foghat playing on his radio. My mom yelled, "DON'T LET THAT SONG PLAY...WHEN I'M GIVING BIRTH!" She was gripping my dad's shirt at the time...but it was too late. I came out headbanging alittle right in the middle of the guitar solo. Still this day, I headbang in the middle of that very guitar solo. But back to the Camaro. The Camaro had a couple problems to it, but its still a badass car. Soon my dad gave her the name, "The Bitch". But I didn't like it. I came up with the name, "The Hellraiser". I remembered the Motorhead version of that song, and I thought it'd fit the car. Alittle while after, Hunter was screaming his head off as usual. Walked out side and my mom asked, "Rusty, whats wrong?" I answered, "I'm sick and tired of Hunter's screaming! I'm walking down to CYS and ending this once and for all!" But then my dad...my dad was so mad...he yelled this, "Boy get in here! I'm gonna snap your fuckin' neck!" I walked away, not to CYS...but to get away from my old man. But he followed me. He kept saying "Now" as he followed. I knew he would follow me all through Altoona. So I turned around and toke my punishment. My dad tought me to always take my punishment no matter what. When we got back to the house the grabbed me by the back of my shirt and threw me into the house. Then he pushed my mom out the door and nearly made her fall off the porch. Then, my dad started stomping me on the back with his hunting boots. Then he grabbed me by the back of my shirt again, and he punched me across the left side of my face. Then he yelled, "Don't ever, ever let me hear you say that again! How about that for ending it once and for all?! Fuckface?!" I ran up to my room hiccuping and crying with tears rushing down my face. About five minutes later, the cops came. I told them nothing happened. So, on September 11, 2011...my mom putted a PFA on my dad. Then we had to stay outta the house for awhile, and had to go with my cousins in Juniata. About half a week, I was back home...but my dad was over at my sisters house. Rob was still around. But Rob was taken to placement about in the middle of the school year possibly. About a couple weeks later, I seen my dad. He actually made some changes. You see, my dad's bipolar. But he's actually learning how to control it. Rob's bipolar too. But Rob really really needed some help. After seeing my dad, about a mouth later...my mom putted divorce papers on him. At that moment, I thought I was just gonna end it...what I ment by "it"....was life. I was really thinking about suicide. But then I remembered something...something that I just forgot to mention. When I was just starting out in Junior High, I was very big into Sonic the Hedgehog. It went from the games, to fan art, to fan art, to fan fiction, and from fan fiction...to porn. But it didn't take long before I went into furry porn, or "yiff". Yes my furry watchers, I did get yiffy when I was intoduced into being a furry. But then...I lost myself in it. I lost myself in both mature and clean art, and the fandom. And I enjoy the hell outta both of'em. So then, pretty soon I began drawing furry. I wasn't good, but then I practiced. Their were times that, I didn't wanna draw. I had to stay away from my video games so I don't give up. So, before my dad was divoreced and even before he bought the Camaro. I was watching American Idol, for the first time. Although I didn't like it, but my Aunt Joy told me about this singer named "James Durbin". He had autism like me, but it was very high functioning. On the night I heard him sing, I was amazed. He had....the heavy metal scream! Not like, the screamo shit. No, it was high pitched. Like Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, and Motley Crue combined! So then, I started watching him. I loved it when he sung "Uprising" from MUSE. I wasn't there to see him get voted off...so I looked it up. I cried for about 10 minutes. Then when November came around, I bought his album. And I've been practicing my screaming and singing with it. Plus to awhole lotta other songs too! Everytime I worked with my dad on the car, the more closer and closer I got with my engines and other things mechanical. So then, I combined my three favorite things. Furries, Cars, and Rock N Roll. About nearly done with the school year......somebody came into my life. His name...is Sam Spano. Sam was originally my sister Alicia's boyfriend, but soon to be husband. But she thought he wasn't good for him, so she dropped him...but I didn't. Because he was....like a god to me! But, one thing bad about him. He was a satinist. And Alicia was Wicca. Me? Well, I really don't believe in Jeasus or Satin or Jewisim. So I'm an aphious. Anyhow, Sam always spent money for me. Food, drinks, anything. And I always payed him back. I always picked on Sam, but he knew I was fuckin' with him. I always listened to his problems, he always listen to mine. Thanks to him, I got with my buddies from school and were runnin' alittle "brotherhood" as you can say. We came up with nick names and everything else. We party alot too. When ever someone fucks with one of us, they fuck with all of us. But at one time, Sam had to go. I still keep intouch with him and such. Before Sam left, I had a girlfriend. Her name was "Chelsea"....what happended was that on the second date....it was time we became just friends. Eh, the songs "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas, "Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen and "Movin' On" by Bad Company. Made me forget her about 20 minutes later. But Chelsea wasn't my first gal. Their was this bitch....named "Courtney". How was she a bitch? Well, her friends spoke for her, they also gave her the idea to leave me, and they were preps. Plus she was into anime and kept talkin' about her Ex-boyfriends and girlfriends. We broke up 3 times. The 3rd one I was like, "No more." But she came crawling back. At one point when I tried crawling back to her. She goes "Bitch, I've moved on!" Well you know what I told her when she came back? "Bitch....I've moved on!" Alittle taste of her own medicine. Then later on, I had a crush...on this girl...out in State Collage...I was really really deep with this one...but she didn't want me....because she was 17. Heh, it kinda reminded me of that one song by Winger, "Seventeen". After I was over her, I desided to quit looking and just let it ride. Just wait for the unexpected....and that dream girl would be mine. I'm basicly looking for a girl who's just like me. One thats into furries, cars, and rock 'n' roll She'd have to be so so beautiful that ALL the boys would want her. If one of the jocks or either one of the dickheads I hate would try asking her out she would just yell "No shithead! I'm with a kid that you always pick on!" And they'd be like "That fuckin' retard Rusty?!" Then she would kick'em in the balls so so hard that their piss would be blood. And she would reply "Yes, and that retard has done nothing to you. He's a very sweet and nice boy. And you? Pesh, your daddy buys you everything." Or "You think your the badass type, but the REAL badass is him." And I'd be their to watch her do that. Then she'd give me a big, wet kiss on the cheak. She would also have to have.....big tits. Hey? What boy doesn't want that? She would also wear these rocker and car gal outfits. She would love the hell outta whatever ride that I have. An the ride I want? Heh heh.....a 1967 Chevy Impala 4 door hardtop. From my favorite show, "Supernatural". It'll have the 327 4 Barrell just like what it is in the show, the tan and black interior, the licence plate saying "67FURRY", and it'd have furry, autisic, and Supernatural bumper stickers. Plus for my autism, she'd have to be very very understanding. Like, she'd understand me no matter what. But, what are the chances of that happening? Another thing about my life, is that I'm very mature for my age. You know? Like I gotta be man of the house, help out with the family, watch my little pains in the ass. All that. Well for some reason...barely ANYBODY in the world is mature. Like one time, I was walkin' down the street. This crazy bitch in her Chevy Caviler drives up to me and goes, "Boom-mothafucka-shakalaka!" Its just not right in the world. When your an adult...your suppost to be mature and thats how you impress girls and women...or so I thought. Now a days you need a really really hot body with tight ass abs, you gotta be skinny, have muscles and all that other dopey shit. Its just not right, not right at all. But I guess this is the kinda times I have to live in. And I guess this leads us to now.
Well, thank you for looking at what I've been though.
Hopefully you enjoyed my backstory! :3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vV0bM6_TYvc
FILE: 001
Name:
Russell "Rusty" or "Russ" Dively, mainly perfers "Rusty"
Born:
May 25, 1997
Height:
5' 10"
Weight:
240 Ibs
Race:
Caucasian
Mother:
Bobbie Dively (Divorced)
Father:
Russell "Russ" Dively (Divorced)
Birth Siblings:
Robert "Robbie" or "Rob" Dively
Adoptive Siblings: Lestat-Hunter Allen Miller (birth name)/Hunter Allen Dively (Adoptive Name)
Aleah May Miller (Birth Name)/Aleah May Dively (Adoptive Name)
Half Sisters (Father's side) :
Jennifer "Jen" Dively/Crider
Jamie Dively/Cornelius
Melissa Dively/Benedict
Half Sisters (Mother's side):
Alicia Nicole Mauk
Maryssa Lynn Mauk
Friends:
Samuel "Sam" Spano
Jonathan "Jon" Miller
Donovan "Vinnie" Mock
Quentin "Mr. Clark" or "Quincy" or "Clarky" Clark
Mandrake "Manny" Carmona
Robert "Robbie" or "Rob" Shoemaker
Jasmine Keenan
Likes: Furry Art, Furry Fandom, Furry Comics, Fursuits, Anime, Muscle Cars, Rock N Roll, Heavy Metal, Little bit of Rap, Little bit of Pop, Little bit of Techno, Friends and Family, Drawing, Singing, Playing Guitar, Movies, Video Games, Supernatural (TV Show), Old Saturday Morning Cartoons, and Helping His Father Work On His 1984 Camaro.
Dislikes: Bullies, Jocks, Cheerleaders, Kids who act like they're street gangsters, Scene Kids, Drugs, Drugies, Beer, Rice Burners, People who're all about themselfs, being alone, diets, and seeing friends and family get hurt.
Inspired By These People: Eric W. Schwartz, MaxBlackRabbit, James Durbin, Lemmy Kilmister, and Mick Jagger.
Favorite foods: Strombolies, Pizza, Hot Turkie Sandwhiches with Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, Hot Dogs, Mozerrella Sticks, and Steak.
Theme songs:
Shinedown-Diamond Eyes [Boom-Lay Boom-Lay Boom]
Staind-Comfortably Numb-Live at Hiro Ballroom
Oasis-Wonderwall
Papa Roach-Lifeline & Scars
Sick Puppies-Riptide & Odd one
The Vines-Don't Listen To The Radio
James Durbin-Higher Than Heaven & Screaming
Twisted Sister-Out On The Streets
Audioslave-Show Me How To Live
Social Disortion-Reach For The Sky & Story Of My Life
Stone Sour-Through Glass
Stone Temple Pilots-Creep
Three Days Grace-Just Like You
Alice In Chains-Your Decision
KISS-God Of Thunder
Neil Young-Rockin' In The Free World
Level-Disaster Proof
The Bravery-Unconditional
Tenachious D-Roadie
Deserves: 1967 Chevrolet Impala 4 door hardtop from "Supernatural", a better life, A girl that has the same interests, whos nice, beautiful, understanding, and has big breasts.
Hey, my name is Rusty. I live with my mom in a small 2 floor house in a small ghetto town called "Altoona". On the day I was born I was with a syndrom called DAMP. DAMP stands for Deficits of Attetion, Motor control, and Perception. My parents kept that secret of me having DAMP, until I was 13. Its very close to another syndrom called Aspergers or Autism. Abit later on in life on one of my cheak ups I was told that it was just Autism. Growing up, I didn't have alotta friends. I was always scilent in Preschool and Kindergarden, I had a little radio that I toke in with me. Teachers really didn't care, aslong as it wasn't loud. Everytime when "Wonderwall" by Oasis came on, I turned it up but not too loud. I guess I was alittle 5 year old emo kid that didn't cut himself. I was just scilent and alone. But before that happened, I had only one friend. His name was "Bear". Bear, was a white Siberian Husky. We called him "Bear" because he looked like a polar bear...but I was the one named him. Bear was my buddy until I was 5. Because when I was 5...I replaced him with video games. After awhile...in December about a few days before Christmas...Bear...got hit by a lady, speeding down the road. When we scene him lying their on the road...everyone cried...but me...I wanted to go back in and play my Playstation 2. Since then, I've been a scilent boy. Plus half my family died out when I was only just a kid. When I was 9, my Gramm died. She was last of my grandparents. Then soon, I made a friend. His name, was Mandrake Carmona. I met him in elementry, eventually he started acting like a jackass, but he felt bad. So he desided to come right back and apologize, so we're now best friends again. Other than that, life was great. Until I turned 13, my parents dropped the "You have DAMP syndrome" bomb on me. But not only that, but my adoptive sibilings came into my life. But before they came, about a year later after I was born, my brother Robbie was born. Robbie was always mean to me. He always thought that HE was the older brother, not me. Me and Robbie always fought. And everytime I won, he would say "I hope you die!" When Robbie became older, me and him always got more rough with eachother. But he didn't bug me as much. When I turned 10, I got my strength. One time I punched Robbie in the nose so hard that I cracked it. Next day later I asked, "Hey Rob, you wanna go at it?" Rob ran down the street screaming and crying like a little girl. Rob isn't around anymore. Since my parents divorced, he pushed my mom around. Hitted her, swore at her, yelled at her. Just because he was hungry and wanted to go out to eat. Plus at this time, he thought he was 20. I really really wanted to do something about it...but I always went upstairs...and cried. Because I was so scared. Rob's in placement. Because all the time he swore, smoked ciggarrets, never went to school, had sex with girls, but it all stopped, when he was caught just laying down with a 20 year old girl. He's not moving back in with my mom, he's moving in with my dad. But back to my adoptive siblings. Hunter, the brother was the oldest. And Aleah, the sister was the youngest. Hunter might be my youngest so called "brother", but he's a very very mean little boy. I mean, have you ever met someone who watches you all the time? Screams like a banshee? Or a demon? Pushes and hits his little sister? Back sassed his adoptive mother? Or perhaps, hitted you right in the nuts for no reason? Heh, and people said that I was crazy. Robbie couldn't take it either, niether did my father. Hunter's plan is to get me put away in Juvinile Prison, so that way he could be man of the house. Aleah never bothered me, she adoores the hell outta me. Although, she does need to have some disaplen once in awhile. She's still a pretty cool little girl. They both came in when I was 13 years old and just getting used to Junior High School. Junior High...was one of the worst times ever. I'm glad that I just graduated outta that hellhole. Jocks always booked me, Cheerleaders always called me "ugly", I was always picked on by alotta people. One of those kids made Manny into a jackass. Then their were just kids that pissed me off because they picked on other innocent kids. Their were kids who always thought they were street gangsters, badasses, or just thought they were all big and bad. 8th Grade was when I was mostly picked on. At one time I got jumped, but the kid got away with it and I got the punishment. At the end of 8th Grade, my dad came home with something...something amazing....a 1984 Chevrolet Camaro Sport Coupe. I loved it, it was like it was made by angels....from a distance. But then when I got close...it was a wreak. Their were dents scratches all over the damn thing. But I didn't care, it was a classic, and a muscle car. And that Camaro isn't why I love muscle cars. Eversince I was born, I've had motor oil in my veins. Plus on both sides of my family, were hotrodders. My Grandpa had a 1953 Chevrolet Corrvette. My Uncle Bob had a 1955 Ford Thunderbird back in 1974. And my Aunt Leigh had a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner with the Air Grabber back in the 90's. My dad had the big mac-daddy of all classic cars. A 1974 Oldsmobile 442 with the Swivel seats. Plus on the day I was born, I was actually born on rock n roll. When my mom was close into letting me out, a janitor that was real big in his 70's era was walking by. He had "Slow Ride" by Foghat playing on his radio. My mom yelled, "DON'T LET THAT SONG PLAY...WHEN I'M GIVING BIRTH!" She was gripping my dad's shirt at the time...but it was too late. I came out headbanging alittle right in the middle of the guitar solo. Still this day, I headbang in the middle of that very guitar solo. But back to the Camaro. The Camaro had a couple problems to it, but its still a badass car. Soon my dad gave her the name, "The Bitch". But I didn't like it. I came up with the name, "The Hellraiser". I remembered the Motorhead version of that song, and I thought it'd fit the car. Alittle while after, Hunter was screaming his head off as usual. Walked out side and my mom asked, "Rusty, whats wrong?" I answered, "I'm sick and tired of Hunter's screaming! I'm walking down to CYS and ending this once and for all!" But then my dad...my dad was so mad...he yelled this, "Boy get in here! I'm gonna snap your fuckin' neck!" I walked away, not to CYS...but to get away from my old man. But he followed me. He kept saying "Now" as he followed. I knew he would follow me all through Altoona. So I turned around and toke my punishment. My dad tought me to always take my punishment no matter what. When we got back to the house the grabbed me by the back of my shirt and threw me into the house. Then he pushed my mom out the door and nearly made her fall off the porch. Then, my dad started stomping me on the back with his hunting boots. Then he grabbed me by the back of my shirt again, and he punched me across the left side of my face. Then he yelled, "Don't ever, ever let me hear you say that again! How about that for ending it once and for all?! Fuckface?!" I ran up to my room hiccuping and crying with tears rushing down my face. About five minutes later, the cops came. I told them nothing happened. So, on September 11, 2011...my mom putted a PFA on my dad. Then we had to stay outta the house for awhile, and had to go with my cousins in Juniata. About half a week, I was back home...but my dad was over at my sisters house. Rob was still around. But Rob was taken to placement about in the middle of the school year possibly. About a couple weeks later, I seen my dad. He actually made some changes. You see, my dad's bipolar. But he's actually learning how to control it. Rob's bipolar too. But Rob really really needed some help. After seeing my dad, about a mouth later...my mom putted divorce papers on him. At that moment, I thought I was just gonna end it...what I ment by "it"....was life. I was really thinking about suicide. But then I remembered something...something that I just forgot to mention. When I was just starting out in Junior High, I was very big into Sonic the Hedgehog. It went from the games, to fan art, to fan art, to fan fiction, and from fan fiction...to porn. But it didn't take long before I went into furry porn, or "yiff". Yes my furry watchers, I did get yiffy when I was intoduced into being a furry. But then...I lost myself in it. I lost myself in both mature and clean art, and the fandom. And I enjoy the hell outta both of'em. So then, pretty soon I began drawing furry. I wasn't good, but then I practiced. Their were times that, I didn't wanna draw. I had to stay away from my video games so I don't give up. So, before my dad was divoreced and even before he bought the Camaro. I was watching American Idol, for the first time. Although I didn't like it, but my Aunt Joy told me about this singer named "James Durbin". He had autism like me, but it was very high functioning. On the night I heard him sing, I was amazed. He had....the heavy metal scream! Not like, the screamo shit. No, it was high pitched. Like Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, and Motley Crue combined! So then, I started watching him. I loved it when he sung "Uprising" from MUSE. I wasn't there to see him get voted off...so I looked it up. I cried for about 10 minutes. Then when November came around, I bought his album. And I've been practicing my screaming and singing with it. Plus to awhole lotta other songs too! Everytime I worked with my dad on the car, the more closer and closer I got with my engines and other things mechanical. So then, I combined my three favorite things. Furries, Cars, and Rock N Roll. About nearly done with the school year......somebody came into my life. His name...is Sam Spano. Sam was originally my sister Alicia's boyfriend, but soon to be husband. But she thought he wasn't good for him, so she dropped him...but I didn't. Because he was....like a god to me! But, one thing bad about him. He was a satinist. And Alicia was Wicca. Me? Well, I really don't believe in Jeasus or Satin or Jewisim. So I'm an aphious. Anyhow, Sam always spent money for me. Food, drinks, anything. And I always payed him back. I always picked on Sam, but he knew I was fuckin' with him. I always listened to his problems, he always listen to mine. Thanks to him, I got with my buddies from school and were runnin' alittle "brotherhood" as you can say. We came up with nick names and everything else. We party alot too. When ever someone fucks with one of us, they fuck with all of us. But at one time, Sam had to go. I still keep intouch with him and such. Before Sam left, I had a girlfriend. Her name was "Chelsea"....what happended was that on the second date....it was time we became just friends. Eh, the songs "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas, "Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen and "Movin' On" by Bad Company. Made me forget her about 20 minutes later. But Chelsea wasn't my first gal. Their was this bitch....named "Courtney". How was she a bitch? Well, her friends spoke for her, they also gave her the idea to leave me, and they were preps. Plus she was into anime and kept talkin' about her Ex-boyfriends and girlfriends. We broke up 3 times. The 3rd one I was like, "No more." But she came crawling back. At one point when I tried crawling back to her. She goes "Bitch, I've moved on!" Well you know what I told her when she came back? "Bitch....I've moved on!" Alittle taste of her own medicine. Then later on, I had a crush...on this girl...out in State Collage...I was really really deep with this one...but she didn't want me....because she was 17. Heh, it kinda reminded me of that one song by Winger, "Seventeen". After I was over her, I desided to quit looking and just let it ride. Just wait for the unexpected....and that dream girl would be mine. I'm basicly looking for a girl who's just like me. One thats into furries, cars, and rock 'n' roll She'd have to be so so beautiful that ALL the boys would want her. If one of the jocks or either one of the dickheads I hate would try asking her out she would just yell "No shithead! I'm with a kid that you always pick on!" And they'd be like "That fuckin' retard Rusty?!" Then she would kick'em in the balls so so hard that their piss would be blood. And she would reply "Yes, and that retard has done nothing to you. He's a very sweet and nice boy. And you? Pesh, your daddy buys you everything." Or "You think your the badass type, but the REAL badass is him." And I'd be their to watch her do that. Then she'd give me a big, wet kiss on the cheak. She would also have to have.....big tits. Hey? What boy doesn't want that? She would also wear these rocker and car gal outfits. She would love the hell outta whatever ride that I have. An the ride I want? Heh heh.....a 1967 Chevy Impala 4 door hardtop. From my favorite show, "Supernatural". It'll have the 327 4 Barrell just like what it is in the show, the tan and black interior, the licence plate saying "67FURRY", and it'd have furry, autisic, and Supernatural bumper stickers. Plus for my autism, she'd have to be very very understanding. Like, she'd understand me no matter what. But, what are the chances of that happening? Another thing about my life, is that I'm very mature for my age. You know? Like I gotta be man of the house, help out with the family, watch my little pains in the ass. All that. Well for some reason...barely ANYBODY in the world is mature. Like one time, I was walkin' down the street. This crazy bitch in her Chevy Caviler drives up to me and goes, "Boom-mothafucka-shakalaka!" Its just not right in the world. When your an adult...your suppost to be mature and thats how you impress girls and women...or so I thought. Now a days you need a really really hot body with tight ass abs, you gotta be skinny, have muscles and all that other dopey shit. Its just not right, not right at all. But I guess this is the kinda times I have to live in. And I guess this leads us to now.
Well, thank you for looking at what I've been though.
Hopefully you enjoyed my backstory! :3
