None for you here. At least not from me.
I lied. No Pwnsome Steevey P for you. Hopefully, none of you remember what the fuck that is.
Listen up folks, cause I'm only going to type this many times.
MY NAME IS STEVEN AND THIS IS MY STORY.
Born in Toronto to two immigrant Koreans.
Older sister: Lisa
Older brother: Michael
Live happily... I think?
First memory: Playing with a Thomas the steam engine truck in an old apartment in a Toronto ghetto, Rexdale & Albion. I didn't know that many details at the time.
Then there are some memory gaps. Infancy blows.
First memory of my mother: She was making something with spices and shit in a kitchen. This is a newer kitchen, on 42 Guernsey Drive. M9C 3A7.
First memory of my father: I'm crying, in a basement. Pool table. Couches. He's spanking my ass. Why? I don't remember.
First memory of religion: Baptism? No. It's my mom dragging me to the bathroom as soon as we get home from church. Hitting me, telling me that I'm worthless. You expected me to be quiet in a room full of people singing? At that moment, I think I started to dislike going to church.
First memory of brother: Listening to hip-hop. Him practicing wrestling moves on me. Good times. How was I supposed to know that he would grow up to drink, smoke, fuck, and end up dropping out of school?
First memory of sister: I guess I did something wrong... Break something of hers? She made me kneel on her bedroom floor, hands held high, and I received a slap if I lowered myself at all.
A history of violence: Mother beat the shit out of me. Father beat the shit out of me. Father beat the shit out of my siblings. Sister beat the shit out of me. I think my brother just loves me that much.
Move: Brother fucked up everything. He had to run away to Korea. We moved into a condo, 716 The West Mall. M9C 4X6.
Steven exits the family stage.
He wakes up with bags full of his clothes and belongings, in another house, ** ********* ****. M9C ***.
Settled in. Paranoia.
Parents repeatedly show up. Make some calls to the government. They stopped coming.
Paranoia.
Nothing happens.
Wait.
A little longer.
Still nothing?
I stay on guard at all times. Never sleep with both eyes shut. Never listen to music with both ears occupied.
Work a job. It's fulfilling.
Go to school. I learn stuff.
Make money. Gotta save it up.
Can't stop spending it on useless things I don't need...
Living in a house that can handle Half-Life 2 is a gift & a curse, really.
Fuck you Steam, you and your precious weekend deals.
I want to do something with my life.
I've yet to completely decide what.
So don't bitch about how your life sucks ass.
My life sucks ass.
It could be worse.
I'm just happy it isn't.
So I enjoy what I can.
Birthday party!
Queena turned 16 on April 1st, but her party was on the 6th of June because Marge went to the Philippines.
Enjoy a PG 13 party until the nerdy kids leave.
Drink! Smoke!
Enjoy the party, Queena, Anthony, Alicia, Kareena, Yusheng.
I can't believe Christina and Brendon followed us around.
I can't believe Alicia bought a bong.
I can't believe I hit up a bong.
I can't believe I'm still breathing.
Came home high as shit.
Slept it off.
Woke up, dusted myself off, continued to live on.
Even when your situation is terrible like mine, you can still party like me.
Party on, fellow humans.
Because you can do it if the world thinks you're capable.
I lied. No Pwnsome Steevey P for you. Hopefully, none of you remember what the fuck that is.
Listen up folks, cause I'm only going to type this many times.
MY NAME IS STEVEN AND THIS IS MY STORY.
Born in Toronto to two immigrant Koreans.
Older sister: Lisa
Older brother: Michael
Live happily... I think?
First memory: Playing with a Thomas the steam engine truck in an old apartment in a Toronto ghetto, Rexdale & Albion. I didn't know that many details at the time.
Then there are some memory gaps. Infancy blows.
First memory of my mother: She was making something with spices and shit in a kitchen. This is a newer kitchen, on 42 Guernsey Drive. M9C 3A7.
First memory of my father: I'm crying, in a basement. Pool table. Couches. He's spanking my ass. Why? I don't remember.
First memory of religion: Baptism? No. It's my mom dragging me to the bathroom as soon as we get home from church. Hitting me, telling me that I'm worthless. You expected me to be quiet in a room full of people singing? At that moment, I think I started to dislike going to church.
First memory of brother: Listening to hip-hop. Him practicing wrestling moves on me. Good times. How was I supposed to know that he would grow up to drink, smoke, fuck, and end up dropping out of school?
First memory of sister: I guess I did something wrong... Break something of hers? She made me kneel on her bedroom floor, hands held high, and I received a slap if I lowered myself at all.
A history of violence: Mother beat the shit out of me. Father beat the shit out of me. Father beat the shit out of my siblings. Sister beat the shit out of me. I think my brother just loves me that much.
Move: Brother fucked up everything. He had to run away to Korea. We moved into a condo, 716 The West Mall. M9C 4X6.
Steven exits the family stage.
He wakes up with bags full of his clothes and belongings, in another house, ** ********* ****. M9C ***.
Settled in. Paranoia.
Parents repeatedly show up. Make some calls to the government. They stopped coming.
Paranoia.
Nothing happens.
Wait.
A little longer.
Still nothing?
I stay on guard at all times. Never sleep with both eyes shut. Never listen to music with both ears occupied.
Work a job. It's fulfilling.
Go to school. I learn stuff.
Make money. Gotta save it up.
Can't stop spending it on useless things I don't need...
Living in a house that can handle Half-Life 2 is a gift & a curse, really.
Fuck you Steam, you and your precious weekend deals.
I want to do something with my life.
I've yet to completely decide what.
So don't bitch about how your life sucks ass.
My life sucks ass.
It could be worse.
I'm just happy it isn't.
So I enjoy what I can.
Birthday party!
Queena turned 16 on April 1st, but her party was on the 6th of June because Marge went to the Philippines.
Enjoy a PG 13 party until the nerdy kids leave.
Drink! Smoke!
Enjoy the party, Queena, Anthony, Alicia, Kareena, Yusheng.
I can't believe Christina and Brendon followed us around.
I can't believe Alicia bought a bong.
I can't believe I hit up a bong.
I can't believe I'm still breathing.
Came home high as shit.
Slept it off.
Woke up, dusted myself off, continued to live on.
Even when your situation is terrible like mine, you can still party like me.
Party on, fellow humans.
Because you can do it if the world thinks you're capable.
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