Well, let me give my life story. It all began in my dad's sac...well, lets skip those first 9 months
.....the first thing i saw was the nurse. She was so ugly that i had to look away and cry. I grew up in Ecuador, South America and learned spanish quite fast. I went to this private school with nuns only, in south america, teachers can hit u, but dont worry, after hitting me, the nun died a week later in an operation. Same with the lady that poisoned my 9 cats, but her daughter died, not her. Anyway, at age 11 i came to the United States. My mother got me inside this big white bird that had more people inside it. It was amazing. When this bird landed, i saw a big apple, coz thats what they call New York City. And i saw some worms coming out of the apple, some people call them "trains". I came to the USA on September 11, 1992 at 9pm, in La Guardia Airport Gate 3. My dad picked us up. To make it shorter, many years passed. I went to Long Island City High School and graduated at age 18. I was student 300 out of 300
....just kidding. Then i went to college; New York City Technical College, in Brooklyn. I am still in there, trying to get a degree somehow. In other words, i am living now in New York City, Queens, Jackson Heights, 83rd Street. You take the Q32 at 74th Roosevelt. Take that bus until u reach Northern Boulevard and 83rd Street. U should be able to see a grocery in a corner. Keep going up using 83rd Street until u see the 2 stone lions on the left side of neighborhood. I am around there
....When u get to the 2 stone lions, just scream "Yo,DeathStrike" and i will come out and welcome u or come out with my rifle and start shooting u. It depends on how my mood is at that time.
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*GEL*DeathStrike[gm]
Gods Elite Legion
www.godselitelegion.s5.com
[This message has been edited by *GEL* DeathStrike gm (edited February 05, 2002).]
02-04-2002, 12:43 AM
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