Posted: 02-03-2016, 10:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-03-2016, 11:13 PM by meh.)
About my fuck-ups.
Let's start this off with me saying I'm not some hacking genius or whatever. Don't fucking call me skid, I never said I was good.
Now, let's have me talk about what happened.
Back around four years ago I meet a kid named Todd. His name isn't going to be actually released b/c then I could get doxed really fucking quickly. Todd's the skater-douchebag kinda type that likes sports and beating people up. He's a year older than me. So I meet Todd on the bus ride home on day, while I'm wearing my beanie (no fuck off it isnt my red one, its yellow). Now, I'm not the most strongest guy on the block nor the most popular either. I'm fucking interested in Linux, what do you expect? I'm just sitting on the bus, looking at my phone and Todd takes my beanie, then proceeds to call me a girly faggot (I had long hair back then, I went through a period where I wanted short hair but obviously I don't anymore :3). I tell him to give it back and he says "I'm not giving anything back to a fag". You probably can see where this is going. Eventually he gives me back my beanie and thats it for the day. Now you'd love it if this is where my story with Todd ends, right? Well it doesn't. He continues to pester me, harass me and eventually beat me up. Now this isn't all his fault though, I do take responsibility for starting some shit a couple of times, but still. Punching a kid in the throat just because he called you a "Fucking worthless piece of shit" doesn't seem just, dontcha think? So this stuff goes on for about FOUR FUCKING YEARS, with it ending around this January. So, we can see I have some beef with Todd. Me, being the guy I am, thinks I can enact some revenge on Todd. So I send some pizzas to his house (along with mormans but that doesnt matter). Three Pizzas, on three seperate occasions are sent. This was around November of 2015. So I still have some beef with Todd, along with us going back and forth at each other. Around Jan 15th, me and Todd are going back at it again. He does not know I sent the pizzas. During a petty argument he tells me to "Suck his big dick and tell him how it tastes". Me, being caught up in the moment, blurted out "WELL HOW DOES THAT SPINACH PIZZA TASTE TODD". From there I knew I fucked up. I went into paranoia about it, with it eventually being forgotten about. Let's fast forward to February, shall we? February 14, valentines day. I get called into the office. "Fuck..." I think while
I wipe my RAM and shutdown my laptop. I walk into the office, and theres officer not-his-real-name. Now officer not-his-real-name asks me about some pizzas being sent, which to I don't talk and walk out of the room, going up the stairs to the roof, where I can kill myself. jk. I fucking admit it and break the fuck down. I didn't cry though, thats good. Now let's move it towards now. I'm being charged with not paying for food, and the owner wants to move it to court cause I'm the only person they've ever caught doing this. The owner wants me to pay $1000+ in fucking pizzas, none of them ordered by me. .-. It sucks. Out of the three pizzas sent only ONE was actually sent, with the other two being dismissed because I had put an order of fucking 20 cups of blue cheese dressing with it.
Look, I'm fucking done with this bullshit. I'm at the limit. Hell idc if I have to work off the $1000+ in pizzas, I JUST WANT THIS SHIT TO END.
I am done with writing up more shit about this. Any questions you have about it, fucking keep it in your back pocket for when I feel better.
Ok so people are gonna say "valentines day was a weekend". Fucking hell my memory and mental stability aren't the greatest right now.
Here's a photo of the copy of my rights I was given today