LONG LIVE PUNK!
I've basicly been left to live on my own since I was about 9 years old. My mom was at work when i woke up and got back any time between 6-8 at night. So I would just wander around doing things to keep active. I don't really blame her for not spending time with me though. She is a single mother and has always worked hard to get me things I need or want and take me places. I started hockey at age 6 and at 8 I switched playing forward or defence to goalie. One year later I made the MTHL "AA" (Metropolitan Toronto Hockey League) which is the biggest and most competative league in the city of Toronto where 3 million people live. So I found this a big deal to have made it to such a high ranked league in just one year. I played in the HTML for two years until my moms job moved to St. Catharines (neer Niagara Falls) where I joined the house league team. I dropped out from hockey when I was 12 because I kept getting sick, and missed a month of school.
During grade 8 i dropped out because I couldnt stand the people in my school and moved up to my grandparents and finished grade 8. During grade 9 I got into smoking weed. I wasn't just a party user I was completely chronic. It was a fun life, made school not be so boring and livened everything up. One bad thing I later learnt, it makes you not give a shit about anything. I guess thats why I didn't complain when my mom dropped me out of highschool half way threw grade 10.
When I was 16 I went back to school but my stomache was always inflamed and hurt so I had to pull out eventually because i was only going to one class a day. Just a bit before i stopped school I got charged with point fire arms. Spent 4 agonizing hours in a little green, cold cell waiting for my aunt to come pick me up. I tell you, it was just a holding cell but it fucking sucked.
After that life just fucking sucked. I turned into complete alcoholic drinking about 1 1/2 bottles of wine a night. I know that may not seem like alot but I was on paxil too (an anti-depressant) which completely trips you out when you take alcohol. Not to mention I was drinking for about 3 months every night. I think alcohol is the worst drug ever, it's so addicting and makes you feel good... but thats only until you wake up and your problems are still there but 10 times worse. Not to mention sometimes your so depressed from it that suicide seems like a damn good idea. I tried to OD on paxil at one point, I'm glad I didn't because if I had I never would have met the best girl in the wolrd.
Ever since I met Danielle life seems to have meaning and every day is worth living. To read more about Danielle click HERE
AbOuT mE
NaMe: Jeremy
AgE: 17
BiRtHdAtE: June 12, 1985
FrOm: Ontario, Canada, EH
FaV. bAnDs: Nirvana, The Distillers, New Found Glory, AFI, The Used and Thursday
Lets see...where should i start? Well as my main site sais, I'm 17. All 9 pounds 8 ounces of me was born at 3:43 on Tuesday June, 12 1985. My doctor always called me a whopper because I was just that. Always trying to put my feet under me and jumping around.