Post by BRAYDON DENZEL EVERETT on Dec 5, 2010 18:53:18 GMT -5
braydon denzel everett
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Hey, my name's Braydon Denzel Everett. You can just call me Braydon, or Ray. I'm fine with either. So I guess I'm supposed to talk a bit about me... Not something I'm used to. Makes me feel a bit narcissist, y'know? Hm, where to start. Well I was born into a middle-class family. I do have siblings - and unfortunately I am the baby. I have two older sisters who really don't make an effort to keep in touch with me. Well anyway, let's start from the beginning. Might be slightly easier.
My sisters and I were all born in Cary, North Carolina. Unlike St. Charles, Cary is mainly populated by the wealthy. And because of this, my parents had struggled to keep the family living up to the district's standards. Eventually, this caused Ma and Pa to constantly argue - and nearly result to divorce. But before divorce became an option, we moved to Arkansas to restart our family. This happened just after I turned five. Things ran smoothly for a while after we settled down. Pa started up a successful local restaurant and bar... which ended up being the death of my parent's relationship. Ma often accused Pa of cheating on her, and filed for a divorce. I know for a fact he never cheated - I've been working at this bar since I was thirteen. I had always been there with Pa. As if it matters, now. I can't bring them back together.
Anyway, they separated when I was fifteen. I stayed with Pa and my sisters went off with Ma. Haven't really seen them since. It'd be nice to go visit them, but I have no idea where they had gone to. Okay, okay. Let's move on from this, please? Thanks. Well, since we were talking about Pa's bar, I'll continue on with that. One night, I was working at the bar while Pa was dealing with a difficult customer. I saw this really really pretty girl at the bar being harassed by some drunk asshole. Trying not to cause a scene, I had asked this man to leave the premise. But it never ends that way, does it? He reached over the counter, pulled me over it, and knocked me down to the ground. I had just enough time to kick him in the gut before Pa came over and threw him out. Long story short, I ended up meeting a really cool girl. Her name's Peyton.
Well, that was all a few years ago. It ended up being that Peyton was going through really rough times. I'm not going to say what it was, because it's not my place to say. But we became close friends, and well... she's my new girlfriend. I'm really excited, because throughout my lifetime I've never been the desired guy. I've never really had a legitimate relationship. I'm the quiet, keep to myself kind of person. I don't mind just working at the bar for the rest of my life. I'm a working man. I love people, don't get me wrong. I absolutely have no problem giving the shirt off of my back to someone who needs it more than I. I'm not afraid of humiliation. I guess you could say I'm humble? I don't know. I just feel the need to help others, even if I don't get anything in return.
Now often times my friends will tell me I'm the best depiction of perfect. This, is not true. Countless times I've been stepped and trampled on. I leave my heart too open, and I end up becoming a target. Pa says I need to stop letting people take advantage of me... but I don't know how I can help everyone and close myself up at the same time. It's not possible, is it? Wow, I've said a lot. Let me say a bit more, and then I'll be done. On the contrary of being a quiet soul, I'm a pretty goofy guy. Or at least I think so. Grrr, I'd go more into that, but I think I've kept you long enough.
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