Hey guys, long time huh? Well, GTA 5 I've been addicted to ever since it came out. Been messing around on the online too! Well, something I did (Something bad obviously) has made me move in with my Dad. Yippie. I gotta put up with him and my hipster dooche bag brother and his friends. Last thing I need are teenagers getting excited about Facebook statuses saying Jerry Darry is gonna fight Joe Schmoe. Well, I've been slicking my hair back everyday. I've also been wearing black all the time as well. Sorta doing a Johnny Cash meets James Dean type thing. Been wearing this smelly stuff called "Wolfthorn". Good smellin' stuff I like it. Now for the big question....do I still have....the beard? What do you think I would that crazy to shave off my trademark? XD I mean, come on! Still got my movie idea going on. My cast will show up in the summertime, but I'm gonna have the technical stuff (tripods, those cameras you can stick on cars) by Christmas. So I'll shoot a couple scenes but I can't stop working on it. Find a car yet? That....yeah. I found my '67 Impala 4 door hardtop I've been looking for, but I gotta get the money. I'm hopping to sell my old camper that's been sitting in the back of my Mom's since 2010. But their are several other vehicles that I've found. Found a couple Novas, Chevelles, and all the other good stuff. I'm now "The Lone Wolf". Here's what that is. Since no girl wants to ask me out, and all they want is a guy with a big truck, money, texts them all the time, has swag. I decided to do was to stop trying to ask girls out...let them grow a pair and ask me out. Yep, that's going on with that subject. Welp, that's how I've been surviving so far. For what it's worth, I hope I get out of this soon. Wish me luck guys!

This is my new idea I have...a movie...about me. I know I know, "Well Rusty if you're gonna make a movie about you, then I gotta make a movie about me and this guy, and this guy." That's what my stereotypical American Studies teacher said. The asshole doesn't even know me that well. I've been through hell and back...and some how I stay in hell no matter what I do. I figured since a little asshole that spits on his fans makes a movie about him. So then I figured, why not me? I had just finished making a playlist on youtube called "Soundtrack". I'm naming the movie after me, so it'll be titled "Rusty". If I make a sequal, it'd be called "Rusty 2" or "Visiting Rusty". In the movie you get to watch what I go through, and that includes the stressful situations, the few good things I have in life, friends and family, other stuff like that. I have just got done with making a soundtrack playlist on Youtube, if anybody wants to hear it just send me a message saying so.

Now in the movie, theirs gonna be a seen where I'm gonna be drawing. Now here's the thing, in the title sequence it'll start out like a montage with some old car TV shows and movies (Like Knight Rider, Bulliet, Dukes of Hazzard), some old rock and roll music videos...and then some furry pics and drawings.

If you want your artwork in this movie of mine, please send me your artwork thats appropriate for ALL AUDIENCES! I'd hate to have Youtube not accept this movie because of you yiffy people....although I'm one of yous X3 I can't really pay you...but at the credits at the end of the movie, your name will be in the "Special Thanks to These Artists for their Works:" section. So if you think about it, you'd have alittle fame in return. I only need ONE ARTWORK PER ARTIST. So if you already sent me one of your works, thats it. All I want is one. And I'll only be accepting a limited amount of artwork so this is a limited time offer!

Now be advised this is gonna take me a loooong time, especially for what's gonna be a HUGE part of the movie. Plus a couple people that I need in this movie are going through some stuff of their own.

I will make a trailer for this movie, make some behind the scenes videos, do some interviews of the people that are going to be in the movie, and then I'll upload the full movie on Youtube when I get done with it all!

This is not a movie that'll just make money, but this will also be a movie to show some people that are going through the same stuff...that they're not alone.

WISH ME LUCK! :3

Hey Guys. Anybody missed me? :3

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Original creator - TristanBeaner
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Why join FA? - Well, I was wondering what to use to show off my art....and I found it!

Who's the first user you noticed leading to you joining FA? - TristanBeaner

Has FA help you improve you drawing skills? - Not really much, but hopefully soon!

Why did you choose "Husky" as your sona? - I had 2 Huskies before, and they're just a wonderful breed of dogs that my sona had to be one. They're the strong silent type, I am too!

Have you accomplished everything on FA that you wanted to? - Nope :I

What's something you'd like to accomplish on FA? - Hopefully get some tips off the biggest furry artists of today.

Do you love seeing artists across FA? - HELL YEAH MOESOCKRA!!

Who's one person you would love to get a pic from that you haven't yet? - TristanBeaner (He's my bro to me, but not sure if he'd do one for me yet.)

Do you like FA better than DA? - I love both, so bleh!

Have you had problems with other users on FA? - Why, no. The furs on here are actually pretty damn friendly.

What's one thing you hate about FA? - Nothing really.

Did you make more friends on FA? - Mhm :3

What's one thing you love doing on FA? - Doin' journals and such....I like to blog with those.

Do you love FA? - Like before, its in a tie with DA.


*Play if you'd like, just remember who the original creator is*

To my fellow friends, and everyone else. I've made my final choice....I'm staying single forever. Idc what the hell anyone says, I just figured since I've spent so many nights and too many Valentine's Days alone, I've made my final choice. I'm staying single forever. No matter what. Since you know, girls are into fags who where those "SWAG" flat rims and shit, and talk like "See that shizz man....fucked that shizz so much mah nigga!" So I really don't give a damn anymore if you guys are gonna be like "RUSTY?!?!?!" I'm done searching and thats final! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2j17c17OV8

Hey guys...here's another emotional journal...but this one pretty tops all of them off...
This is one is about....Valentine's Day....
Why am I all emotional now? When Valentine's Day is just around the corner?
Lemme tell ya....Valentine's Day 2008, I was running home from school....when a couple of assholes tripped me and laughed at my face because it was all bloodied up...and I was about to ask a girl to be my Valentine.....she said no because I looked so horrible....then on the day before Valentine's Day 2012....I broke up with my first girlfriend...and I don't regret it because she made my life a living hell...when it was already hell...and from then on...and the years before I've been alone....always alone....the day when I fell on my face my folks usually left me at the house...and well...I'm gonna be at the house alone again....

Hey furs, this week was sorta good. My Aunt Debb and her roomie Tom, stayed until friday. I have some bad news though. http://r-dively.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5p2mgb I sold my bike to Tom for $50. I was planning on selling it anyhow. Tom wanted it because he had been looking for one for a looooong time. Gonna miss the old gal. But, both Debb and Tom are gonna do something for me......GET ME A CAR :D I found a neat little '67 Impala Sport Sedan for $4,500 or Best Offer. I just need the wait until summer comes around! I'M SO FUCKING EXITED!!!! >:D

Not only selling my own transportation happend, On Monday, I had to switch classes. Its sorta like a thing at my school. When you get done with Fall classes, you get spring classes. So, instead of Gym class, I have health. And believe me, all I do in that class is figure 8's. Their's this kid I'm paired up with, and he's mainly friends with the class dickheads. So this is gonna be good for the rest of the year.

So far....life's been good :3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XyTpENuoCI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chJgaksG4sg

Heller furs, I've been doing car designs on Forza Horizon lately since that is the best Forza known to man so far. I've basicly been making car designs on their, I guess its only for the Xbox storefront? Idk how it works XP Anyhow, here are all of the designs I've done.

1. "Drive Angry" for the '69 Charger
2. "Hot Rod Bel Air" for the '57 Chevy
3. "8 Ball" for the Aston DBR1
4. "KITT" for the '67 Mira
5. "Megas XLR" for the Plymouth Cuda
6. "American Flage" for the Corvette C2
7. "ZigZag SRT8" for the '13 Viper
8. "Herbie" for the '67 Beetle
9. "The Husky" for the Ford Raptor
10. "Bandit" for the '77 Trans Am
11. "Death Proof" for the '69 Camaro
12. "The Bluesmobile" for the '12 Charger
13. "Mutt" for the Plymouth Cuda

If any of you furs wanna make a request, I only do star car replica, furry fandom, and old school designs.

Just tell me the make and modle of the car, and what would you like on it. Thanx for reading! :3

Hey guys I'm on the game Second Life now, I'm doing just fine on their. I gotta car and an avi that I'm still working on. No land that I own but all I do is cruise around in my car. My ride is a 1977 Chevrolet Opala that I bought for free. My avi is a bunny rabbit :3

I haven't made any friends yet, but for those of you reading this just like on here my name is RDively. Hope to see you guys on their. :3

I've made a choice...a final choice. This choice is a HUGE ass one, and it might make you cry. My choice is me being single forever, no matter what. Now, some of you guys that are my buddies...you might be sayin' "RUSTY?! WHY?!?!?!" Why? Because I've tried so many times to try to ask a girl out. And all of them said "No". Hell, I've even asked ugly and lonely girls out, and they said "No". So that all that told me, to give up. And I am giving up. Since you know, girls are into guys who love touching their boobs and being a dick and actin' like they came outta Jersey Shore. I figured since I'm old school and treat them with respect like not touching them sexually, buying them things when I have the $$$, and being nice and sweet. But since you know, I'm the outcast or the reject of the world, I won't be getting a girl. I mean, first their was the bitch Courtney...then....Synthia....and last Chelsea. But its cool. Its my final choice, and I'm going with it. Their's this girl named Randi, and she's pretty badassed and digs me. I would date her....if she didn't live in Illinois. So yeah, this is my final choice.

When I was five, I had a field trip to a park. There, I met a girl named Synthia. She was 7. How we met, was that some boys were making fun of her because they thought she was ugly. But I wanted to play with her. So, I got out my hotwheels cars and asked her if she wanted to play, she said "Yeah..." So, me and her played, then we did a game of tag, and after words me and her became good friends. About a month later....she moved to California. And that was the last I saw her.......or so I thought. After breaking up with my first girlfriend Courtney in March, she found me on Skype. When I first seen her in a thousand years, she really grew up. She was amazingly beautiful, making Kim Kardashian look like an ugly bitch (which is what she is), she had really really big tits that it was so hard to keep eye contact. She was also chubby, wore sexy librarian glasses at times, and she was blonde with black hair fangs. Plus she had really blue husky like eyes and she had wide hips. She loved the color black, rock n roll, and muscle cars. When I first seen her I didn't recognize her, but then I looked alittle closer, and I knew it was her. Me and her talked for a whole night, just catching up. When I told her that I broke up with Courtney, she almost smiled. And she told me how the whores of her school were calling her a whore and how the jackasses who think they're street gangsters try to grope her tits. I felt bad for her, because I felt like everyone was treating me like shit. So, me and her desided to start a long distance relationship. On our final Skype, she told me she was moving back to Altoona and that she had an uncle with a 1932 Roadster that he could give to the both of us for free! But on her way her.....a truck driver.....feel asleep behind the wheel....and he hit her car....she was killed on impact....but her family lived.....she would've became my girl....and we would've cruised around in a very awesome hotrod...but no....she and the car was taken away from me...I would've also tought her furries....but since she's dead....that won't happen. Then I met Chelsea, and things didn't go to well. I still think about Synthia....how I won't find a girl like her....but maybe their is.....I just haven't found her yet :3

Ok guys, what I mean by "Ex-girlfriends", are basicly fantasy female characters that I would've wacked off to and called my girlfriends....yeah creeper-ish right? Ok! Here's the list.

1. Rouge the bat (Sonic The Hedgehog)
2. Fifi La Fume (Tiny Toon Adventures)
3. Renamon (Digimon)
4. Krystal Fox (Star Fox)
5. Minerva Mink (Animaniacs)
6. Panthy the Panther (El Arca)

And those are my Ex's :P

Hey guys, I've been working on a furry series for awhile. Its about.....well, its mainly about a human named "Rusty" (Yours truely), who is born in 1965 in the real world. His father works at a lab full of crazy inventions called "IN-CORP". One day, its take your kid to work day. Well what happens to this human baby is that it crawls away, and goes though a teleporter sending him to the furry world. Their's eventually a minimum amount of humans (Because I've seen humans in other furry series), he is given to a human family. Humans are treated just like everyone else, which means their's no race issues or any segregation going on. Cars, culture, music, religion, and products are the exactly the same. Anyhow, when the human family can't afford to have Rusty anymore, he is given to another family....that runs a junk and salvage yard. At this time, Rusty is at the age of seven. The family is a family of brown bears. The mother had just gotten cancer, who dies a month later. The father, used to be a great man, until the death of his wife left him as an abusive drunk. Then, their's the one month is named "Thomas", but is mainly called "Tom" or "Tommy". Their with his new family, Rusty is tought the rock n roll music, and is a major gearhead in the making. Speaking of automobiles and rock n roll....the story goes into a life of a 1967 Chevrolet Camaro Rally Sport (RS) and Super Sport (SS) 396. Where the Camaro is bought by a fat used car dealer. When the dealer dies, she's passed on to his jackass son-in-law, that beats his daughter but covers it up when he was around. The in-law abuses the Camaro just like his wife but when the Camaro is abandoned because the in-law bought a DeLorean....the in-law is killed in a car accident. Later, the Camaro is put into the wife's hands. After awhile, Rusty is at the age of 24 and he finds the Camaro. The wife gave Rusty the Camaro free of charge, as Rusty toke off with the Camaro the wife dies on the porch. When Rusty comes home, his dad smacks him across the face because he expected a truck from him, but he letted him keep him. That night, Tommy has a big date with a very hot and busty cheerleading vixen. So, Tommy bugs Rusty into driving him. And he does. But then the vixen's ex-boyfriend comes in on the date and punches Tommy in the face. Then Rusty kicks the ex-boyfriend's ass. When Tommy and Rusty got home, Tommy didn't wanna get into trouble so he told his dad that Rusty slammed on the brakes in the Camaro and Tommy hit his head of the dash board. When his dad threatened to crush the Camaro, he pushed his dad into traps that he set up. Rusty gathered up his stuff, hopped into the Camaro, and got the hell outta there with his dad chasing him out. 3 nights later Rusty sees this car broken down at the side of the road, he goes forward up the road. Rusty, sees a blue and white, very beautiful and really busty blue eyed wolf named "Synthia". She needed a lift and Rusty gave her one. On the car ride they listened to a song called "Beast of Burden" by The Rolling Stones. That was their favorite song. They also talked about what they've been through and what they like. When they pulled up at her apartment, they both were in love. So she invited Rusty up for alittle..."action". 9 months later Synthia and Rusty were rushing down an unknown road, with Synthia just about to give birth to their baby. Rusty pulled over, and helped deliever the baby, it was a boy. The baby was born in the back of Rusty's Camaro. The baby grabbed the needle to the Fuel gauge. So Rusty and Synthia named him "Fuel"...but "Fuel" what? Since Rusty and Synthia weren't married (altough they really wanted to), Rusty and Synthia counted up the places they've been to. And got 185. But since the place they were at looked new, they named him Fuel186. Rusty and Synthia wanted to become drifters....that both wanted to get into some trouble. Since they thought Fuel would be in danger. So, they gave him to Synthia's sister and brother-in-law. Who were very horrible to Fuel. Synthia's sister abused him, and her brother-in-law was always at work. Rusty and Synthia did become drifters...but Synthia was walking the streets...when she got raped and murdered. Rusty...almost lost it...the one girl he loved....dead.....but he didn't give up. He seen her funeral, but didn't stay and watch. That night, he was watching TV. Fuel was on TV, as the next big thing in rock and metal. Fuel would be covering songs. So, Rusty had to go find him....but Rusty needed a very nice car. So, he took the Camaro and made her into a really bad street machine naming it "The Believer". Fuel became a very successful cover artist. Won alotta awards, had alotta muscle cars, but his baby was a 1970 Chevrolet Nova Yenko Deuce Custom that he called "The Demon" or his "Wheels of Steel". Fuel even had his own band. When Fuel realized that his father was a human they both fought, but then Fuel actually laughed before they ended, meaning he understood now. Because he knew he was like his dad. But before the good reunion started, a gang waited outside because Rusty owed them alotta money. So, Rusty drove The Believer outta a garage and drifted it onto the road. Rusty threw a bag of money on to the road. And his debt was paid off. So Rusty and Fuel had many adventures. And to tell you the truth I think I've already explained like half of whats gonna happen! So the big question is....would you guys want me to do a series about all this....or no?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXNfqkvaXvc

*You see my head down, little tears fall, I look up noticing you guys standing there* Oh...hey guys...hows you all? Me? Heh....just hunky-doory....*sniffs*...I just hungout with "My Poison"....and well....I tried making my attempt to get back with her by walking her home....the first 2 blocks she said "If this is your master plan to get back with me, its not gonna work." .....Then all of a sudden.....something happened in my heart....something went "snap".....but not only did my heart snap in half.....but my brain cells came together for the first time....and made me realize....*sniffs twice* their is no hope for me....and what I mean by that, is not having a nice girlfriend...the classic first car...or trying to make my life better and easier...but I guess its all came together...that I need to give up on EVERYTHING...I've been waiting...and waiting....for the right girl....and I'm tired of waiting...all my buddies have girlfriends...except me....they call me "The Loner".....but I know they're messing around...quiet funny...how everybody I've met....say I'm a really unique and great kid and that I desirve better...I actually find that true...but in this world....and in this time or era as you may call it...when your chubby....autistic....a gear head....a furry...and an old school kid....everyone looks at you....and they say...."Good luck having in good life, retard."....and when your like me....you know.....nothing else matters.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcbAibPA2yY

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

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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

Ok, since hurricane SANDY is basicly about to drop on my ass in Pennsylvania. Plus, the kids are cryin' and my cousin's boyfriend brought his dogs over its gonna be triple hell for me....well if I'm goin' down...I'm goin' down....I'm goin' down in style.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkMZ6fV3T_0

Ok first thing I wanna do is call up my girl.......oh wait thats right, I don't have one. OOOOOO! I know! I'll go 'cause some mayhem in town! But wait....SANDY's gonna do that.....oh well. I guess its Xbox for me! X3