Grade 12

Grade 12 was a good year for me for once people actually started to respect me and understand who I am as a human and as their superior. Not saying that my shit didn't smell but I did. But I'm just saying that I worked very hard in grade 12 I worked my ass off with psych class Media class or you get to watch actual movies for ones and other good courses that I had got to take that I didn't have to take like religion which was a pile of bullshit or English or math in fact I was done with that bullshit in grade 12 I was able to pick in shoes everything and everything. Me and lietricia decided to have a falling out, But peacefully. I started working out and bodybuilding in finding out how really flexible I really was not just emotionally but physically I was able to do really rare positions and the splits and everything without fucking my back up whereas before I fucked my back up. I was turning this into an art form contortionist, that was what I am that's what I still lamb to this day I have not lose an ounce of flexibility as much as I try to be immobile and read a book or write a book I have a nothing more than flexible like a wet noodle. I kept this up for many years beyond high school. I didn't have to worry about a bullshit religion teacher who is going to take my food away and make me starve to death or Arab bashing people who are just going to drive me nuts and shove my fist in their mouth.

I was actually in a good place I actually did a piece of artwork that was supposed to be for my bedroom that was supposed to be a memorial for the victims of 9/11. But someone got a sight of it And wanted the picture for them selves even though I told them to donate the money to the 911 Charity. I was doing flowers and a Boeing carpet that was my painting it took me three months to do and it was my baby and still Is I wish I could find it on my mothers computer but it would be a bastard to fine now because it is locked away somewhere. Anyway I tried to look for it the one time on her computer and it never resurfaced again the picture of it so I was saddened but I'm still proud of my picture and I still by using Picsart or Photoshop try to re-create the actual painting itself and say there's for the victims of 9/11 and I only have them in mind when I do these are applications of the cockpit picture.

As you can tell that terrorism has affected me in more ways than one not raised with PTSD or having to watch the world trade centre go to shit but also it caused a lot of behavioural problems as well as knowing that I was a survivor of terrorism I should be lucky enough to honour the ones who weren't lucky enough to make it out alive. So I worked for three or four months the whole semester on this whole painting it was a big painting and I was Proud of it because I thought if I was alive terrorist victim that I should at least honour the ones who aren't as lucky enough. Now I'm designing tattoos for Floyd 752 and four 911 as well to be poor or in bedded in the skin under my collarbone as a way of showing respect for the ones who aren't as lucky enough to survive terrorism. This is why I also am writing this book is to say that I have survived many things that Robert Young pelt and probably wouldn't have dreamed of.

I read his books he survived everything from plane crashes car crashers terrorist attacks and everything else but he did not show reverence to the victims who didn't make it where is I wanted to make reference to the victims who didn't make it out alive like me and Robert young Pelton. So a lately Avenue in designing tattoos for a flight 752 The Ukrainian flight that went down in Iran I have no qualms or hard feelings against Iranian people because they're just as much of a victim as the people on the airplane and also I also designed a tattoo for 911. So I was able to get them on my collarbone both collarbone's one day when I get enough money and I think this might be my first tattoo ever or tattoos and that I was going to honour them through these two tattoos little tattoos Under my collarbone. I'm gonna tell you a story about the tattoos one day that sparked an obsession with tattoos that you won't even believe what my mom said I can't even believe she said that but anyway that is for another day. So I'm still waiting for Covid to and for me to get tattoos. To revere the victims of 9/11 and also flight 752. I am not interested hate or terrorism or racism, Or even homophobia or heterophobia yes there is such a thing as heterophobia where are you hate hetero sexual's which is no different from homophobia why can't people be fucking humans and actually smart knob and three each other as it is humans. This is where my interest in human Roy's came in to play when I found out the extend of where I could've ended up in and the hatred that I have been subjected to. When I was 17 years old I heard about Guantánamo Bay but this time I heard about a newspaper I said to my mother what is gitmo and she said it's a place where they torture people from people as young as 14 to 80 and they get everything and everything as far as torturous concerned and it was just something that sparked my interest in human rights. I'll because I could've been brought to Guantánamo Bay so many goddamn times with my life but because other people aren't as lucky as I was to have a good mother Or were in the wrong place at the wrong time like Omar Khadr. I still think he is an assent to this day even though I am not a big fan of war I still think he is an assent and still a child and I think he was autistic and was manipulated and they're actually confessing and then ending up Wrong place at the wrong times or just by bad circumstance. I still think to this day there only a handful of people in Guantánamo Bay are actually guilty of some thing.