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When I was in high school I had to switch schools after my sophomore year. I ended up going to a public school in one of the suburbs just outside the city. I didn't know anyone, so I wore a t-shirt of one of my favorite bands to school during the first week. One of the kids (I'll call him "TJ") in 2 of my classes had the same exact shirt and wore it the same day I wore mine. After class we passed each other on the way out and he called me a faggot under his breath. I laughed it off & knew it was because we were wearing the same shirt. We started talking about the band and how many times we saw them live and found out that we both were new kids to the school and had the same tastes in everything. We talked about about music during lunch and I found out he played the drums while I told him I played the guitar - but had a shitty set up. We ended up jamming out at his house later that weekend and got some solid ideas to start a metal band.
He came from a fucked up broken family and lived with his Grandma, I came from a fucked up family with an abusive alcoholic stepdad. We were bros after that jam session.

During our last 2 years of high school, we were the known edgelords of the school. Kids called us the "Columbine Guys" because we were always wearing black goth shit and band shirts, listening to the heaviest music we could find (thanks to a record store a few blocks from his house which had a special extreme metal section). We would regularly call kids fags and troll them, and TJ even told a pregnant black girl in one his classes that he was gonna kill her and her baby and sacrifice it - he got suspended and placed into the "bad kid classes" where they went to school up until 1pm and left to go to work.

He was even the first person to introduce me to the JQ because he had German roots and his grandma was once part of the Hitler Youth before shit got too real in Germany and she and her family fled to the US to be with her extended family who were already established in my state - He and his Grandma showed me pics of her in her uniform - She never met Hitler but heard both good and bad stories about him from the higher ups. She said his ego and eccentricity was part of the downfall of the Nazis.

Anyway, as we hung out more, the more I learned about how shitty jews really are and how they're always weaseling their way into every established society and eventually get noticed and kicked out - I learned about the 109 and that some parts of the "holocaust" are true, but not nearly as bad as the jews and society made it out to be. I learned that the Armenian genocide was far worse than the holohoax.

TJ & I knew more about WWII than our history teachers and when it came time to do reports about the war, we both put just about everything we knew on paper and we both got sent to the principal's office for going against the curriculum. I was given a 3 day suspension and had to re-write my report, TJ got a week suspension, had to re-write his report plus had a month's worth of detention.

After graduation we continued to hang out, playing in our band and going to concerts and beating people up in moshpits. We both got arrested at a concert at a festival for smoking weed and fighting the security guards that caught us (charges dropped because we were both 17 and legally underage at the time) and getting into random trouble like breaking into an abandoned psych hospital to record a music video and smash shit.

As time went on, we lost contact due to me wage slaving and dating random chicks while he ended up doing 4 years in prison for selling weed. When he got out, he got a job as an auto body detailer and had his first kid, then another, then another kid, and another kid from a different chick. He started doing and dealing coke to keep up with the demands of his family and work, then got himself busted with possession of cocaine. He sat for 1 year and came out completely changed, turned his life over to God, got married and had 2 more kids.


I ran into him today and he looks like shit and completely pussy whipped by his wife.
He's so overwhelmed as a father that he doesn't have any time for himself. The bright light in his eyes is gone and it's just sadness and despair. He said he hasn't been out to do anything he once loved because he doesn't have any friends anymore - His family is his "crew" as he put it. Anytime he wants to do something, he has to drag his wife and 4 kids with him and hasn't had a "guy's night out" in over 5 years.
He asked his wife in front of me if we can hang out tomorrow and she said "We'll talk about when we get home" as she gave me the stinkeye.

I feel really bad for TJ. And I'm also glad I don't have any kids and never got into drugs like he did. But I'm glad I met him and learned all the stuff he and his grandma (RIP) told me and the rest of our band, and I'm thankful for the memories. He's a good guy who got wrapped up in the wrong direction and let drugs and pussy control his life to the point where he doesn't has much of a life himself, but at least he has 6 white kids - even though they seem like brats!

Hope you enjoyed my story about TJ.