Well my name is Zeke i have never wanted or felt the need to explain my life and my actions behind it until just recently... I have lived as fast paced as anyone my age at times a little bit faster then i liked and i have never once looked back to recollect and share the whole thing like so many have ask or suggested me to do. I don't wish to fulfill your weird reading fetishes with my writing about my life because it is personal and i think the people who happen to stumble upon my page and read this are meant to read it, and the people who just look for something catchy and eventful to read can stop reading and eat a dick now.
My life right now is at a very comfortable interlude probably the most comfy i have been in roughly the last 5 years. I have a girlfriend as you can see taking a look at my picture who is kind and caring but sometimes gets what we'll consider "overly caring". I won't explain to much up front so i can explain in detail further but i live with my dad i have a little brother Alex and a little sister Elizabeth or "Bizzy" and i have about 8 other half brothers and a newly discovered sister and i live in Florida outside of Tampa and it's chilly outside and i hate the cold.
My life really as far back as i can remember starts when i was about 8 i was regular sized regular looking for my age with a thick head of straight brown hair that looked a little bit like a bicycle helmet when it got long and poofy enough. I lived in Tampa with my mom Libby, my dad Dave, my little brother and my newly born little sister. My half brothers from my dad's earlier marriage lived there too David who was probably about 12 or 13 at the time, Jason, and Justin (they were all about the same age). My half brother's from my mom's earlier marriage were there aswell Joshua who was about 14 and Rick who was about 12 over filling the 3 and 1/2 bed room house.
My daily routine was simple. Wakeup, do my hygiene and hop on my bike and ride it through the park to my Elementary School while taking the downhill corners as fast as i could. Show up at school do my work say bye to my friends and head back home... A normal life.
As i showed up at home late in the day one day after school i came in and my Dad was on his recliner as usual watching Ren and Stimpy and i walked in like usual and said "Hi Sir", hoping he wouldn't be in a bad mood. He got up quickly and asked where the fuck i had been at for the last 30 minutes and why the fuck i left my bike outside. i replied quickly that my bike's chain had popped and i that i had forgot my bike was outside... now forgeting wasn't something you should do with my dad before i knew it i was on the ground recieving blows not even meant for grown men. screaming on the tile in front of the door for mercy and forgiveness i am let up after a few minutes feeling as if though i had been hit by a car. "Now get your fuckin' bike and take your ass in your room!"... I swiftly ran out the door tripping on the metal thing that holds the door from flying open the opposite way and put my bike in the garage, otherwise known as my room.
