My name is Anthony Steele
and I am a faggot who lets pretty girls use my computer when i’m drunk.
There is an end to every story
and due to conservation of energy, the end of one story is the beginning of an other.
I keep moving.
Life throws curve balls at me.
I throw them back.
I find nothing but opportunity and optimism in everything.
This is a chance to learn from mistakes and make something better.
I cried in a box
Within the past three days, I’ve had my eyes opened.
I learned the story of my friend, Jackie’s life.
It was inspiring, as for all intents and purposes, she had gone without a father for most of her life.
The same was for me, only for other reasons.
The night started with me sending her odd texts from a new number.
She could not guess who I was, and I was having fun playing Kira.
I eventually decided to let her know who I was by meeting her at my band’s old practice space.
Afterward, we drove around and she told me the whole story, from beginning to end. She showed me the video of her first real conversation with her dad.
I was brought to tears, it was beautiful.
She told me more about her family, the story of her grandfather, the most bad ass person who ever lived, and his romance with her grandmother (movie-esque)
I was inspired, to say the least.
After she took me back to my car, I went to my dad’s house.
We stayed up until about eight in the morning talking about life, and how badly we want to be involved with one another’s respective lives.
We apologized for past events and agreed to start seeing each other more often.
I had to thank her (Jackie) for inspiring me. We hung out and decided to start writing music. It will most likely be based on our lives and family history, as both of our families have rich histories full of romance and drama.
I’m interested to see the way things evolve.
Her name is Elise.
She’ll be a main protagonist in a game that I’m conceptualizing.
Just a concept, not finished.
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