At summer camp session in 1990, something changed. I was suddenly noticed by girls and I was receiving attention I'd never had before. My parents always told me I was a handsome kid, but it meant little to me. I found the sudden attention a little disorienting and my friend, Chad, was sharing a similar experience. We were nerds...Sure, we daydreamed about going out with the hot chicks in our classes, but it never seemed like a reality until puberty hit us. We decided to embrace it together.
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Anonymous2020-03-07 18:36
Tldr?
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Anonymous2020-03-07 19:15
>>2 That is the story of a guy who promised his parents to became famous and he became famous:
Halprin was originally convicted for child abuse after "[breaking] a 16-month-old's arms and legs, fracturing his skull and beating his face until one eye filled with blood."[5]
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Anonymous2020-03-07 20:26
Ramie came up with the idea that we should all apply for a Lone Star Card which was Texas' version of food stamps, and because none of us had a job, we should qualify. We all piled into the car and headed down town to the Welfare Office where we took a number and waited to be seen by a State Case Worker. When my number was called I was ushered to a cubicle and sat at a desk with an older black woman behind a computer. She didn't even introduce herself...She just began asking me a barrage of questions.
“Age?” She asked.
“18,” I answered.
“Last completed year of education?”
“Uhh...Eleventh. But I got through half of my-”
“I don't care what you got through half of, I asked what your last completed year was.”
“Eleventh,” I responded, slightly embarrassed.
“Where at?” She asked.
“Onieda Baptist Institute in Kentucky.”
“Kentucky? How the hell did you get down here, son?”
“I grew up here and wanted to come back home. Ended up homeless. Long story.”
“You do drugs? You some sort of junkie?”
My face grew hot. How was I supposed to answer that? Yes, I did drugs, but I didn't consider myself a junkie.
“No. I don't do drugs,” I said, lying.
“You said you were homeless. What shelter you staying at?”
“I'm staying with some friends right now, but I was at the Arlington Night Shelter.”
“Where you staying at now? What part of Tarrant County?” She asked.
“Fort Worth, off Las Vegas Trail.”
“You been looking for work?”
“Yeah, but no one wants to hire someone with the baggage I have, or a homeless person.”
She asked some other questions and then told me that if I qualified, my Lone Star Card would be in the mail.
I walked out feeling like I'd been in some kind of CIA interrogation! I understood the need to make sure no one was abusing the system, but I also felt uneasy with so many intrusive questions. It was like the State designed the system to be immediately suspicious of anyone's need to be on welfare.
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Anonymous2020-03-08 19:18
immediately suspicious of anyone's need to be on welfare.
That's just another way to say they check if you qualify for assistance.
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Anonymous2020-03-08 20:53
>>5 Anyway, the guy has fixed his grades and passed GED. Already being on the death row :D
He is like reverse Elliot Rodger judging by his manifesto. ER had good grades, but failed at girls. Randy Halprin had numerous GFs but failed at school.