The most pain you have ever been in

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Well for me it wasn't where I grew up. It was actually where I ended up moving to. Luckily that time in my life is in the past.

I have not always been married.
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Well for me it wasn't where I grew up. It was where I ended up moving to. Luckily that time in my life is in the past.

My neighborhood was a Norteno neighborhood. It was off Pecos street in North Las Vegas, Nevada. A lot of the young kids were groomed to eventually follow that lifestyle, and they did the same shit to me and my brother. My brother actually stayed in the old neighborhood and became part of the Pecos St. Nortenos 14, and ended up being in and out of prison his whole life (he actually just recently finished a 4 a year bid). Some shit was always happening because they were at war with the Surenos east of Donna street. A memory I've always had that's stayed with me is getting out of school and going to play over at a friends house. His mom and dad wasn't there so we just played in the backyard until she got home. When she got home she told him his daddy (a Norteno) had been shot and killed earlier while we were at school. He just cried and cried, and I felt absolutely horrible. I was like seven years old. That memory has stayed with me forever, and unfortunately I can't get rid of it.

My brother stayed and ended up gangbanging.

I left with my Dad at 16 and became a nerd who mostly played video games, and enjoyed creative writing, literature, and history.

Out of the two potential paths, I'm pretty sure I got the "good ending".
 
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Well for me it wasn't where I grew up. It was where I ended up moving to. Luckily that time in my life is in the past.

No wonder you want to shoot your new neighbours, you ruffian; p

Out of the two potential paths, I'm pretty sure I got the "good ending".

Well glad you lived to tell the tale.

I took the path of college then working as a prole, mainly on price work. The estate I was from was a modern slum built as an overspill council estate. As well as producing top sportsmen and actors ( Craig Charles) it's main production was armed robbers and minor drug barons. Lots of the shootings go unreported from what I now hear. But like both Moth and Post Tribal, I now live in a far quieter area, although a big case a few years ago a guy had his head blown off with a shotgun.

It involved an ex TV actor in a Liverpool made soap opera. The enforcer guy was said to be a sadistic bastard so glad he got offed to be honest
 
What college did you go to? Was it one of the prestigious ones in the UK?

I went to a community college here, CNM. I eventually left after my fiance got cancer. She was actually accepted /w scholarship into MIT and the original plan was for us to move to Massachusetts where I would work and she would go to school. Then, after she graduated, we'd flip roles and I was supposed to find a college we could afford. CNM was just supposed to be a way to rack up some early and easy credits by getting a few of the base courses out of the way in the meantime while we were still in New Mexico preparing for the move to Boston.

Originally I wanted to be a history teacher believe it or not lol.
 
What college did you go to? Was it one of the prestigious ones in the UK?

Lol no. I went to the annexe of Liverpool art college in Wavetree Liverpool. It was for sign writing, graining ,marbling and design. Plus after 4 years it involved Building science, paint theory. Industrial calculations and elements of supervision. The qualifications were equivalent to some kind of degree. FTC.
2 of my sisters taught. My baby sis grew up on the estate I mentioned so I thought she may have been held back. I mentioned qualifications and she told me she had 10 o ordinary level and 3 A levels, top grades, easily enough to go to Uni but she went into local government administration.

Top colleges Ox and Camb are upper class taking in a high % of ex Etonians and that sort.
I did ok in a grammar school but like here, I clowned about too much.

We izz what we izz
 
I had a rod stuck up my peehole once.
I had catheter through peehole for some kidney testing, it was supposed to tell doctors if the flow between kidney and bladder is unobstructed.
So they had metal inserter thingey with which they insterted catheter through peehole and then put it all the way up till kidney.
Man, only time I wished for shorter dick in my life.
And nurse telling me I have to relax or it will be more painful.

Then the doctors would fill my bladder and kidney with radiology contrast solution until you have the feeling that you will burst from the need to pee.
After that would have to stand up on examining table, so that solution would pee out.
Doctors and nurses would then quickly leave the room and then would take x-ray pictures.
And again and again and again.

That wasn't that painful as breaking bone or god forbid kidney stone (heard that is the worst pain you can experience).
It was just weird, unpleasant and humiliating, and it lasted for more than hour.
After it was over I sat on a chair in the waiting room and went laughing for five minutes without any good reason.
Didn't care about other people in the room.
 
I got shot after school by another guy who set up a fight with me but the biggest pain was that despite being told not to try to remove the bullet from my leg, i cut it out and then fucked up my leg forever...
 
" I take pleasure out of pain, but no pain out of pleasure a bit of this and a bit of that both in equal measure "

I carried more emotional baggage than a 747. I jettisoned it mid Atlantic now I have but the dull ache of existence. Ja ja ja
 
I ran into a barb wire fence full speed one time. I am just going down the list of painful things at this point. At the range a bunch of hot brass got caught in my armor and burned my neck all to shit.
 
When I was a kid a small park with swings monkey ladder etc was going to be part paved :scratch: The paving stones were stacked upright but on a bit of an angle, propped up with something (don't remember) as I was nosing about as kids do. A slab fell and got me on me big toe. I had pumps on (plimsolls) like cheap canvas gym shoes. I remember trying to get my foot out an screamed. Toenail was hanging off oww. Think someone, an adult pulled the slab up. Hopped home.
 
Oh right. When I was a kid we had this wooden jungle gym. The slide had a wooden side. I slid down and tried to stop myself with my hands but dug my nails into the wood and got a giant splinter under it all the way to the back. The amount of digging the Principal and then my mom did under my nails raised my pain tolerance to unheard of levels.
 
Oh right. When I was a kid we had this wooden jungle gym. The slide had a wooden side. I slid down and tried to stop myself with my hands but dug my nails into the wood and got a giant splinter under it all the way to the back. The amount of digging the Principal and then my mom did under my nails raised my pain tolerance to unheard of levels.
Yeah, Under nail skin is tender as fuck
 
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