MY LIFE AS A COMPLETE JACKASS.

My name is Justin Adams and I'm a complete jackass....

It all started my freshmen year of high school, when I discovered my ways of being a complete fuck-up. It started by that first marijuana joint. That baby, had me high as a fucking kite. Oh if my mom could see me then. That would be terrible. My mom I think would actually disown me if she saw me smoking weed. Any-who, there's a time when people find there destiny and realize who their going to be, my destiny was right here, smoking weed, partying, just being a complete fucking idiot. No matter how hard I try to do good, I just fail. So I just realize I'm meant to be this miserable jackass, who everyone thinks is going to be a bum. But the real question is AM I GOING TO BE A BUM? To answer that question no, I don't think I am. Well, at least I don't think I am.

I actually think my first fuck-up was when I was in the fifth grade.  I was living with my father then, in a house in the middle of the ghetto. We were literally the only white people living there, but everyone made me feel at home. They would call me 'snowflake'. And these people weren't into drugs, or violence, but they did teach me how to say the word "fuck" properly. And they allowed me to use the word, "nigga" but I chose not to because, it didn't sound right at all. But these guys did teach me one thing, they taught me how to be slick. You see living with my Dad, it's basically living by yourself, he's always out working, as I'm stuck home alone. So I would always bring my friends over, and we would drink all the soda, eat all the chips, and I even stole MY OWN SHIT. Did you read that last part? Yeah, these people taught me how to steal my own shit. But then I slowly realized they were stealing my shit.

Soon, to be there was a book sale over at my elementary school, Thompson. And I asked my Dad for some money for a year book. As I was suppose to get twenty, he gave me $100. So instead of saying, "Dad, you just gave me $100" I went on a shopping spree. But knowing me, I can be a bit of an idiot, so thinking my Dad was just being SUPER cool, and giving me $100, but that wasn't the case at all. After buying one hundred dollars worth of shit at the book fair, my Dad then calls the school, saying "My son just took a bunch of money from me." What the fuck does my fucking Dad think I am? If I wasn't such a fucking idiot I would've gave it back, but me thinking, 'oh shit my Dad just gave $100', made me go out and spend it. That was the birth of my first fuck-up. There was probably many, many more, but I smoked myself stupid, so my memory can only go back fifth grade.

And then sixth grade started and I slowly became more of a fuck-up. As my Dad lost a whole shit load of money, I was forced to move back in with my Mom, her boyfriend Doug, and my brother, DEVON. So I attended the middle school, Canarelli. Or should I say prison. You weren't aloud to hug ANYONE. Even if you hug a fucking dude, you get sent to the deans. This school was fucking ridiculous, there rules were unacceptable, so I never followed them. Always getting RPC'd and suspended, for talking, screaming and just running around. I was always getting sent home, and I failed EVERYTHING. I didn't believe in passing my classes. In elementary school, they tried putting me in special classes, but I was WAY too dumb for that shit. Those kids may look stupid as shit, but those fuckers were smart AS HELL. I was shocked of how smart these kids were.

Any-who, in the seventh grade I find myself under investigation for screaming out "rape" in class. Again I failed ALL my classes, and then in the eighth grade I find myself, doing SO incredibly bad, that they sent me back into the eighth grade, instead of going to high school. Fuck me right? So here I am stuck in the same school, taking the same classes, with kids younger then me. Even the teachers made fun of me. It was ridiculous. So I needed to step it up. I actually did my work that year, but every minute I would do my work, I would want to shoot myself in the fucking face. I wasn't happy, for getting the grades, which is weird right? Shouldn't people be happy for getting good grades? I was the complete opposite, I hated getting good grades. I thought it was a waste of time, because it was a waste of time. I never liked it, so right when freshmen year came, I upgraded my fuck-up charts as I dropped the books, and brought up the pot. Hanging out with people I shouldn't, doing things I shouldn't, THE LIFE STYLE. I was living the dream, smoking everyday, having sex, drinking until I can't get up, AT SCHOOL. It was great. And now here we are, getting out of freshmen year, and I now realize, shit I really fucked up this year. Maybe I should have actually thought about the decisions I made. But again I should follow my destiny.

Note to self: it's not always cool being the "bad" kid.