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Twice a month I shoot meth with my older sister and week fuck for 2 days in a hotel. It's the best sex I have ever had.
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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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.
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
Because I'd like to be able to do baking, I bake a lot in the last weeks. Last weekend, I made bread, but instead of oregano, I put some of my weed in the dough. Didn't notice it at first but my daughter (she's 9) ate some of the bread for breakfast, I soon noticed that something was wrong.
I really should stop smoking pot.
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Im a 17 year living in a small town . i tried my first cigarette when i was only 12 at first it as nothing serious i didn't even like them. after interacting with them again when i was 14 (freshman in high school) i became addicted and at first i really didn't know about brands so i would pick up random cigarettes off the floor and maybe after a couple months i became an addict to Newport's and more specifically Newport 100"s menthol. i loved the head high it gave me and i had to keep it a secret from my family so once i got a car, it became my moving ashtray. when im home and crave my addiction i go to my backyard and smoke. i became a daily smoker until recently (3 years later) i dont feel that good and all i want to feel is that rush inside my head i felt when i first began smoking. I can finish up to 1 pack a day and i dont feel anything. im an addict to the worst drug in america and the worst part is my family still has no clue until this very day.
As a kid I watched someone use drugs. They’d hallucinate. I said not me. When you see a person go from normal to screaming. Running from things not there. Hurting themselves and others. Not me.
Then I almost died. You wanna live? Take these meds. The meds led to new problems. New meds.
Then the meds caused PTSD. That led to more meds.
Well. One med made me hallucinate. I tried to escape I’m told. Can’t remember.
I do remember one med made me paranoid. This was compounded by a bad childhood and a real danger in our life. My wife tried to convince me the real danger was not real. But it was strange. It’s like when the TV preacher; radio DJ; newscaster. Well.
You now how in a movie they don’t look into the camera? That breaks the illusion your watching something real. You now realize the actor is looking at the audience. Hey. I’m an actor.
Well. On this med my mind would say. Did they just look at me? I didn’t run off screaming. I knew they really weren’t. I just felt like they were.
Off and on I’ve been thru stuff like that. Take this med. I don’t want to. But I never tell them about the side effect.
But I beat it. When I wasn’t on such meds. I called some shows. Heard myself. Had others do it. Heard them. See now they really were to me and others. One liked me so much I met them. Took pics. Me and others. They remember. Got the pics. So it’s real.
Well they’ve had me on said meds again. Can’t sleep. Paranoia. But I beat it. I called some shows. Broke the spell. I went thru. Heard me talking to me. Delayed of course.
Oh. I’m still feeling that itch; nervous; hot cold; sick to stomach; shaky; nervous stuff. I hate these meds. But I now know it’s paranoia. I altered the show. Made them talk to me. Heard it delayed.
Then I did the greatest thing you can do to paranoia. I hung up. Changed channels. Put on a movie. Said I don’t care who thinks what about me. I’m a good person. They can laugh at me. But I can laugh at them too. F them. It’s nothing personal. I just have to live within what meds are doing to me.
So it’s fading. Losing its hold on me. I’ll wait a week or two. Then slowly listen again. If it’s just a show I’ll stay. If not two more weeks.
I may have to take these meds to stay alive longer. But I don’t have to let the side effects control my life.
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.
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 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 do pain pills everyday.
Been doing it for years
never been to jail
never had it destroy my life
never lost a job over it
or a boyfriend
or a friend
I don't want to quit I don't want to get better>
I just wanna have a damn good time :)
I don't think there's anything wrong with that
I've been using meth on and off for maybe 3 years now. The first time I did it I just know I liked the way it made me feel but I didn't think anything beyond that good high feeling, I was 14 by the way. Now since I've been smoking it I've noticed that it makes me really horny. My wife and I were doing it together in the beginning and it would make us really horny and would have wild sex, and role plays. We would role play about things that we know we wouldn't do or even think of on a regular basis. But when we were high we would just let our wild minds wonder.
Well now she has stopped completely. She don't know I still do it once in a while and its really hard to not be obvious so I have to hide it by drinking some beer so I can blame my slurring on the beer haha. But what I miss the most is the crazy sex and wild talks when we would smoke.
Here's my confession: I have a good friend that him and his girlfriend smoke it, and they're pretty much the one's I get it from. Well one day I get text from his gf and she tells me to email her to an email address she gave me, not telling me what for. I thought it was weird but I still emailed her. So she replies back telling me that she's very lit and starts complaining about my her bf that he's always on his phone and doesn't enjoy the high with her. So I ask her what is it that she wants to do to enjoy it, and then she tells me that she was sorry for what she's about to say but that this is the only time she has the courage to say it (when she's high) so she tells me that she's feeling really horny and that all she can think off is doing something sexual with anyone. By then I knew where this was going so I started telling her that I knew how she felt because I feel the same way and all that.
So we started talking about sex. We would ask each other dirty questions. We also started sharing fantasies and that night we both ended up feeling horny for each other. So ever since that day every time she's horny she emails me pictures or tells me how bad she wants me. I honestly enjoy our convos. We haven't had sex yet but there was 3 times where she dropped off some goods at my place and I would get her to give me blow jobs, and she would let me finger her.
So my conclusion is that now I have someone to share my horniness with when high.
I want to start doing drugs again. But all my old suppliers are either dead or in jail or got clean. I miss the feeling of being in la la land.
I used to be the typical campus drug dealer for 8 years straight , the guy at university everybody knows to find to score weed and other things. I did it to pay for my studies and to save up a little and after I graduated, I rented an apartment and kept on dealing. Man.... I still miss that life.... I was hugely popular and everyday was like a party. I began at 19 years old and stopped at 27 because I got tired of "that world" and I also made two female friends a sub-dealer. They were 13 and 14 with a lot of other female friends who liked to smoke weed so it was a lucrative business. I called them Renato's angels. I learned them the tricks of the trade and they had respect everywhere and nobody messed with them as they could always rely on some friends who were my henchmen. My flat was always filled with girls who were insanely pretty and always high and yes I had sex with them too which was extremely illegal. Crazy drug fueled orgies with themes: a Roman theme night, a vampire theme night. I was the Hugh Hefner on dope. We never got busted and I even made them earn a lot of money which they saved up to go to dancing school. I'm still friends with them and now I'm 38, a successful financial trader, still smoking weed, from time to time coke to stay sharp when trading is hard, growing weed but quit the molly, speed and LSD. They still have their nicknames to the horror of their boyfriends and when they are single, we are still friends with benefits as my job doesn't allow for a real relationship which sometimes sucks.
Lately I've had an intense desire to try drugs. I just want to be reckless and step out of the boundaries. Sometimes I think "f**k it". I think I'd really like to at least smoke weed. I even fantasize about f**king some random men to get drugs.
Many times I have thought about what it’s like to get high. Or be drugged. Or be drunk.
I can’t drink or take drugs. I have epilepsy and strong medication.
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.
I stole the purse of my teacher while she wasn't in her classroom.
With the money (almost 200 bucks!) I'm going to buy some weed!
Excited!
I have been recreationally consuming butane for the past few weeks. At first it was a head rush and woozy feeling, but over time strong hallucinations now kick in the more I do.
In a recent session, I did quite a bit, reached the dream-like hallucination state which never actually feels very good, calmed down and got back to normal. I usually stop after that point, but no, I decided to do more.
The hallucination state kicks back in, strongly, and it feels like I'm about to die. Shapes and colours meld and twist, my heart races and beats irregulary, there's a roaring sound in my mind and I hallucinate I'm rigged up to a vital monitoring machine which is screaming at me.
I tear myself away from my desk, panting very heavily, adrenaline pumping through my veins, thinking this is it. I start to ball my eyes out, begging not to die as I think of my family and life ahead of me. I slowly but surely calm my breathing and reality goes back to normal.
I've resolved to never touch the drug again, ever. This is my way of getting my thoughts out there.
Thank you.
I accidentally gave my cat the wrong pill, she is now drugged up and may have liver problems. I feel like I've made an innocent creature go through grief for nothing, it kills me that there's nothing I can do now.
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