hello carly :] your comment wall is so empty. ^^

yea!! =) i'm so excited!! she had her first dress fitting today. so unreal!

what do you mean??

hey

Hey hows it going?!

Thanx for excepting th request:)

lol thanx. My hairs kinda bleh right now. I have pritty short hair so it'll work. I guess it doesn't matter much tho considering how tall some hawks are...

But I'm lazy.

hey no what would rock...gettin a staight edge an gettin em to chug a quart or something...let em see the fuckn way

I will gladly LOL. But right now I'm short on time, so remind me next time I'm on.

nice hawk

sweet hawk how long you had it

no problem, glad to hear it helped.

hah thanks. thats cool. im regrowing mine out now. that pic i had is my old one. i cant wait to grow mine back out

i needed a job wicked bad. but yea its like an inch right now. how talls yours

cool cool thats awesome. so do you know alot of people with hawks

hey whats up. im from san diego

nah i live in such a boring city. my city is pretty much strictly residential, so thers no city life or anything... but there are a few kids that i know.

hah fuck yea im getting outta here asap. hey you got a myspace?

either nyc or west coast like la or something idk though... thats a if i could situation haha.
you should make one again hah whyd you deleete your old one

yea definitly i know what you mean. the only reason i keep mine is becuase i have no other way to talk to some people

Sorry this took so long. This is kind of my rushed version of why i'm a street rat at heart and and the beginnings of my punk origins and travels on the streets. Anywyas heres the watered down version.
Oh i am by far a punk. It wasn't something I chose to do one day. I just kind of evolved into it. The story(all true by the way), goes like this. My mom tried to kill me when i was living in cali with her. Basically we got in a huge fight and i was about to walk out when she started strangling me. At this point i decided to leave. it was a kind of thing where she sort of kicked me out, but i was going leave anyway. So for a bout a week i was on the streets by myself. Soon i met up with a group of people called T.O.S(The Outcast Society). They offered me a place to sleep, as long as i helped them out. All they wanted was someone to help get stuff, rip people off, beg, steal food etc. I didn't really steal from stores, to much trouble, and to big of a risk just to get something to eat. But everyone in this group was either a goth or a punk. Well truth be told there were only two goths i ever saw, most of them were indeed punks. So punk was constantly being played around the places we squatted. I just slowly started listening to it. Well the first member, her name was peppermint, well she and i hit it off fairly well. Became really great buds, so she actually as a present, and a way to show i was accepted, made a leather jacket by hand. To this day i always wear it, or at least have it with in a few feet of me. I altered it, to reflect my personality. Very symmetrical, and neutral. I sport some of my favorite bands patches on it as well. Just to show my love for the music. Well we knew a lot of local bands, so we always got in free. We saw a lot of shows. All of which we're under the punk umbrella(punk, ska, and psychobilly bands). After all of that, i just learned to love it. The people are why i got into it. The music came second to me. Now i'm living in colorado, and still love the streets. So i will occasionally just stay out for days at times. Street Rats, well we have a connection. We know what it is like,and we generally try to help each other out. Its the fact that we don't have to talk to know what the other has been through. Its a connection, that well is hard to break, and even harder to explain.