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I love doing my meth behind my Gf back. I am the best functioning addict ever. I have a nice home, an awesome car, and a great job that pays a lot.
I know I'm going to dump her soon (most likely tomorrow). Because she has a horrible personality. I was trying to wait until next month when her youngest sister turns 18. So I can open her pussy with my big cock, but I'm done wasting my time.
So today I'm going to go on a day of perverted Savagery. I'm going to smoke good all-day ( Meth and Weed). Her youngest sister is almost here she asked if she practices sucking cock on me. So of course I said yes!! Also wow typing this up my GF other sister (Be has 4 and my GF is the 2nd oldest). Is already here at my place with my dick in her ass.
I'm just going let them get me thru this break up.
I sell coke with a good friend of mine and for that reason we were always together or at his house etc. His younger sister who at the time this happened was 14 going on 15 and nothing short of stunning. I couldn't say it but my god she was hot. My friend always swore he'd never let her touch it. So one night he's not there for an hour or so and she's heading to a party with her bf who was nearly 18. Naturally she wants to seems cool and asks for some coke I say no. Then she starts acting flirty and touches me and I last a grand total of 40 seconds before I've got her pinned against a wall fingering her and sucking her tongue. I carry her upstairs and throw her petite body on the bad and reveal my throbbing cock to which she gasped only making it harder. I took my huge bag of coke and tipped it the length of my coke and handed her a metal snorter and she did it like a pro. Nothing sexier than a hot girl sniffing off your cock. I then preceded to give a girl the most consistently hard and fast fuck I've ever managed. I ended by mercilessly pounding her for near enough 10 mins and blew inside her and then she just sighed and collapsed onto the bed
I'm young but old enough to know for the last 15 months how I have let myself be dominated and humiliated by Lewis who I regretfully moved in with 2 years ago. He is 14 years older than me but kind at first. The first sign of his dominating obsession started with spankings he forced on me causing welts on my behind and inflicting pain. He built a table in the basement where he would tie me down on my back with my feet tied to boards where my knees were bent up with legs wide open and fully exposed to him. He insists on shaving my pubic hair then tortures my vagina and anus with sex toys including vibrators and butt plugs. He always has me snort drugs or smoke weed first and supplies me with oxycodone. After abusing me as I'm still laying there with my legs wide open he will either have intercourse, oral or anal sex with me. He takes me to the basement usually two nights during the week or whenever he wants to. I'm usually high but still aware of what he does to me. The first five or six weeks after he made up that table were bad enough but since then he has humiliated me further having his brother and three other friends here at different times. He not only lets them see me like that but also allows them to use the sex toys on me. He also forces me to give these guys oral sex and as I lay there. I am at his mercy and yet he is able to have me orgasm many times which I can't help. Most of the time there is only one of the other guys here but sometimes there are two of them and even though I am high on the drugs I am in tears with humiliation and shame. Its even humiliating when these guys just stop over for a beer. I want to leave Lewis but have no money and no where to go. Its like being a slave to him but I am so hooked on the drugs right now I can't do anything about it.
Shoplifting is fun. I've stolen thousands of dollars worth of stuff from various stores. Most items I'd trade for drugs anyways.
Yesterday, I was home alone, I decided to bake muffins. The problem was that I didn't have appropriate spices, so I said to myself 'Why not?' and took pot instead. My family loved it.
Yesterday was the best evening of my life! All of my family members talked to each other. First, they fought and shouted at each other, a few minutes later they were laughing and dancing and singing. It was just great. I don't regret anything.
My boy best friend proposed to me yesterday. Did I mention he smoked a lotta weed? He was pretty much of a failure and that was the reason I became his bff, cuz I was always there for him and listened to his problems. He tried to kiss me, I pushed away. Today it's 10pm and he is still not home. His friends are calling me to ask if I know something but I am hiding what happened. His phone is switched off. I am really scared.
I've been on meth for years. I have a job so I can have money to buy meth. And being high motivates me to do my job so I can get paid and get high.
My brother is an abusive drug addict and alcoholic. I believe he is also mentally ill. I enable him to buy drugs because it’s the only time he acts like a normal person. Nobody knows what my life is really like.
I smoke crack. I snort rails. I lost my last two jobs and I live off my best friend. I do drugs at her house when she’s not home. I spent all my money on crack. My ex tried saving me and I told people he hit me. I failed. I lie, I cheat, I steal. I’m a shitty person. An addict, a closet addict. I stole from friends and I’ve reached a point where I do drugs alone. I stopped paying my car I don’t pay rent. I need help. I’m fucked in the head. I never used to be this deep. I’ve lost everything even the love of my life due to drugs.
#liar #addict #confession #drugs
I am a 32 year old blue collar family man, but I am personally responsible for the murder of three people. The first is known and is public record. The second and third occurred during my five-year stint in a drug trafficking ring. They were both friends of mine, but addicted to methamphetamine. Their addictions caused my kingpin to lose a large amount of money. I gave them both poisoned meth, which they injected. I later went to jail for my part in the trafficking ring, but my two friends were never found.
I accidentally got my high school girlfriend pregnant.
She was 15 and I was 16. We were both into the drug culture of our high school and were very commonly having unprotected sex.
I have been an uncle since the age of 3 and have had a job since I was 14. I wasn't affraid of having a child. My mother was angry, but supportive. At 16, I was ready to become a dad.
The day had come when my girlfriend would have our baby girl. I was very excited. Her parents and the rest of family blocked me from the hospital. I was told our child didn't make it.
Jump ahead 35 years and I find out through an anonymous letter. My daughter is a live and well. She is living on Long Island. She thinks I am the one that is dead.
Now I have now decide whether to tell her I am alive or make believe she doesn't exist.
My first day of kindergarten, my teacher Mr.Joel says "Alright we are going on a field trip to the national park ,so I need a girls to board the bus first then boys!"
I wasn't paying attention and I got on the bus first. Mr Joel approached me and sarcastically ask."Excuse me Gregory, are you a girl or boy? "I don't know I said". That moment , that question confused the fuck out of me for the rest of my life. I mean i have a penis but I don't like to look at it because it looks icky. My mom was shitting on the toilet and I was standing in the doorway naked when I was 3 years old telling her I pooped my diaper and all she said was ah fuck not again just like fucking father and she slammed the door and my penis got caught in between it. I screamed and my neighbors took me to the hospital because my mother refused to drive drunk and high. The doctors put ice on it and sent me home. But by the time we got home my mom was asleep so my neighbors made me sleep when there son picaru was two years older the me. I didn't sleep Much that night cause picaru kept sticking Lego's and a hot wheels cars up my butthole and he would tie string around my injured penis and attach to a fishing rod and he would yank hard and reel it up until the line broke. Everytime I screamed he told his parents I was having bad dreams so his dad took off my clothes and laid me on his lap in the living room while we both watched the entire Andy Griffith show season one all night. He didn't molest me or assault me but he did kiss me on the lips a lot and call me 'judy Ann' and 'honey' a lot. Judy Ann was his dead wife's name.fucked up part is the when he drove me to the hospital he hit my dog spider and he promised he would check on him once we got back. I never saw spider again :(.
#death #assault #abandoned #injury #abuse #drugs #trauma #transgender
I have been snorting meth close to 5 years now, more recently ive increased my intake, think i want to end my useless life i can't any longer. Lost so much in the past 2 years. Beginning of the month I was constructively fired. What next? Think I'd settle for a coffin thank you. Tuned 33 yesterday and i don't want to see or go through any more of this.
Just before my 45th birthday, a rather pretty little teenage goth schoolgirl I knew slightly who was just over 16 came in to my shop, as she was paying for her things she said "What do you want for your birthday old man?", laughingly I replied "You". She replied quite seriously "Done. See you next week" and left.
I though nothing more of it until the actual day when she arrived in the shop and asked "still on for tonight? 9pm OK. I nodded, she smiled and left. I couldn't believe my luck, so as a treat I contacted a man I knew and ordered £100 of cocaine & a viagra tablet.
At 9pm she arrived, in jeans, ankle boots and a baggy t shirt covering her 38D teenage tits, after only a couple of drinks she had stripped down to just boots & black stockings.
In the end, I sniffed coke off her tits and arse, rubbed it into her teenage clit and we fucked for ten hours straight, so hard she passed out and even though I knew she was unconscious I fucked her harder still. I tied her up, forced her to come over and over with a Hitachi, she squirted everywhere, by the time we had finished her body was covered in sweat, her own juices and my cum which was in her hair and eyes. She looked exactly like she acted, a dirty little schoolgirl clock hungry slut
It took her a week to recover. Best fuck I've ever had had
I do not want to get into much detail. I really need to be careful because I think that some people might recognize my confession if they stumble upon it. So, to keep things short... I stole my best friend's car and sold it for meth. I stole my mother's wedding ring to get more drugs.I used my little brother to steal things from a store so I could sell it.Those are just some of the things I did to get high. I am now 5 days clean and sober and I regret terrible what I've done. I am going through hell right now and I deserve it.
#addiction #addict #drugs #meth #alcohol #stealing #confession #hell #torture
Part 1. Well, I have a female in my past that we only were together for a weekend or two a month that went on for about 12 years but it was sex,drugs,rock and roll good, and bad, she was 35 years old , no kids , tight little body with tiny titties, nice nipples, very nice ass , dirty blonde long hair to her waist , sexy pretty feet and toes , smooth shaven pretty little pussy , we met on a phonechat line , I messaged her asking if she like to party and play, she sent me her phone number , a couple days later I picked her up at a trailer park she looked hot with a tomboyish look her hair in braids a white t shirt and a jean mini skirt with open toe sandals I had a room waiting at a local motel
I am obsessed with getting high on cocaine and getting naked and flashing in the window of my hotel room. I sometimes get freaky enough to fuck my ass against the window.
I have lived my entire life in fear of black ppl. I was taught they are evil terrible mean ppl so I steered as far as possible from them. In school I wouldn't talk to them or even make eye contact with them. I was pertified at thier presence. I graduated high school got married not long after and had 4 boys and I taught them as I was taught to refrain from getting involved with black ppl at all cost. They took our advice as racist as it was and didn't socialize with no black person to date but my youngest son Daniel was the exception. He got into the rap and saggy pants and of course the drugs. It started with marijuana and now he's a full blown meth head. He quit school and did basically what he wanted to do and his dad had to do 2 years in the Middle-East and my son would get soo strung out he would do anything for money. We had to cut him off finiacially and he stayed gone for weeks then he would call in soo much debt with his dealer that we would bail him out to keep them from hurting him. We put him in rehabs until we had to declare bankruptcy. My husband risked his life for his country everyday over there and Daniel bankrupting us was a big slap is my husband's face. He was discouraged and blamed himself for not being home to deal with Daniel but the biggest hit was yet to come. I got a call from a man that tells me Daniel is in big trouble and he needs my help so I go find him just where the man told me he was and I bring him home with me. We were home maybe 20 to 30 minutes when the door bell rang and as I answered the door I was pushed backwards by a black guy who had 3 other black guys with him. He asked me where Daniel was? I told him he was getting a shower and he would be finished shortly but he wasn't waiting and he sent his 3 guys to pull him out of the shower and they threw him down in the living room floor wet and naked. I was embarrassed as a mother would be in the situation and grab a throw off the back of the sofa to Daniel and he covered himself. Daniel was out of it so I spoke up and said I take it Daniel owes you money,right. The leader says "hell yeah he owes me money and I want it,right now." I ask him how much does he owe you and he blew me away when he said $3,100.00. I did not have that kind of money. I only had $900.00 and most of that was bill money for utilities. I told him I didn't have that kind of money and he threatened to hurt Daniel right now. I begged him to please not hurt him that I would sell my car and everything I have to come up with the money. He asked me if I would sell myself and I was confused at the statement and responded with the only word I could think of at the time and that was "what! " He tells me he didn't studder. He rephrased the question and said, "would you give up that fine ass to spare your son's life" Still stunned by what I was hearing I hesitantly said "you know I would". He said good that's what we will do then,you can work his debt off and we can start right now and commands me to undress. Omg,this was happening my biggest fears had come true because not only am I conversing with this black dealer but now he's wanting sex with me. I look at Daniel as I undress and this black bastard takes my wrist and forces me to my knees and puts his dick in my mouth and he disrespecting me the whole time with the typical ghetto lanuage and he lays me on the sofa and he gets real aggressive as he really thrust into me and I do orgasm and they take turns with me then they lead me to this Escalade and for 4 days I am constantly fucked with very little sleep until my son's debt is paid. I had to tell my husband everything I thought is was the right thing to do and it was but I left out an important part that I kept secret and that was that I realized I was able to payoff $3,100.00 dollars of debt in just 4 days. Sex is something I enjoy and with my husband overseas I felt deprived of it and the money is great. My husband barely makes $3,100.00 for a whole month so I turned to prostitution to aleviate two problems I was dealing with which was loneliness and debt and I didn't have a problem with selling my body to get what I wanted. Grant it I wouldn't have turned to prositution had Daniel followed his brother's footsteps and stayed straight but there is a silver lining in every cloud and one such silver lining if you can call it that is that I am not longer racist or scared of black ppl and do have quite a few black clients that I service weekly and bi-weekly. After Daniel was forced to watch his mom with these 4 blacks thugs and witnessing the extreme measures that I was willing to go thru to protect him,Daniel got clean and is doing very well. My husband finally got state side and I told him of my exploits into prostitution and how I was still doing it. He wasn't happy. He said that he understood what I did to protect and save our son Daniel but he doesn't understand why I continue doing it. I told him exactly how lonely I was and the money is great. He asked me to quit being he's home and could attend to the loneliness issue and he could do that but now I'm enjoying the men,the sex and the money too much. I tell him I still love him that hadn't changed but over these years I have changed. He agreed that I had changed alright,changed into a whore then asked me what happened to the beautiful loyal woman he married? He tells me he does love me but can't live this way and throws this guilt trip on me that this is what he gets for serving his country. I explain to him that I would love to stay with him and the decision to leave me would be his,not mine. He didn't even stay the night and went to a motel and ironically picks up a hooker off the street and when awakes the next morning the hooker is gone and he realizes there is no attachment between a prostitute and her Johns and he comes back tells me everything and he will accept my new found profession. We are out of debt and doing great. We now have a vacation home on the lake which we go to nearly every weekend where we go boing,fishing,swimming and it's fun. I never thought soo much good could come from a situation soo tragic and I guess you can say that life gave us some lemons and we turned it into lemonade. Life is good these days and my family is strong. My kids know are the greatest and we have not hid any of the events of our story from them and they aren't ashamed of me for doing what I did which I would've done for them all. They tell me I'm thier hero which is kind of strange seeing thier dad risked his life in service of our country and they do respect his sacrifice but they credit me with defending and saving our family and I'll take that with a smile and happy heart. I did sacrifice alot but in the end I'd do it again. Business has been booming even more so ever since I started taking on female clients and couples. Who knew little ole me could've done 180 degree turn where the things I once condemned and considered vile is now my life's work and passion. Truly sex sells and I'm cashing in it. Who knows maybe some of you reading my story will find thier calling in life thru some strange or maybe some terrible chain of events but either way I call it destiny. My destiny to bring joy to soo many ppl looking for just a release from the day to day stresses thru sex is self fulfilling. May God bless you all to find peace and happiness. Muah.
#shameless #drugs #weed #confession
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
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