Author's Note

I am writing in relation to past comments about my, well...writing. Apparently people think I'm a good story teller when I get ahold of a keyboard or handed a pen. Fuck me, I slur my words, drop my "T's" like the midwest, and constantly stall with uh's and ah's when the my words are coming out of my mouth faster than I am thinking of them; basically, you would have never known I can make complete, coherent sentences if you talked to me on a daily basis. Not to mention, I am socially awkward as all hell around people I don't know. I guess it just takes time for me to feel you out more so than other people. The point is I wish I could talk as fluid as I write.
This web page is just a memoir of monumental times in my life back in my home town of Ogden, Utah. Your first indication is that I am mormon. I know the stereotype and much to my parent's disapproval, I am not. Death isn't here yet, I'll worry about life after life when I get there (if there is such a thing). It is also a manifesto on my stance in life, based on previous events. My years are based on maximum misfortunes, and minimal pleasures. The articles here are riddled with my views, which may seem humorous, or insane, but believe you me, these stories made me.
The blog is called Betraying the Voice of Reason. We'll start out with how some teenage, jesus loving male is molded into the realist he is today. My friends always referred to me as "the good one", and I always saw myself as the Voice of Reason among my beloved crew. As hard as I tried to spread an ounce of common sense, I always found myself, or themselves in self-destructive situations which made little sense to me, but perfect sense to them; somehow, later it made sense to me.
Honestly, I may be endangering myself by presenting these ideas, and memories. Your criticism is welcome, but may not be appreciated, because honestly, I fucking hate being publically humiliated but I guess you put yourself up for that when you write shit like this.
The names here after are being changed to protect the people they blah blah blah blah...I'm not going to do that. I am too lazy, and my creativity can only last for so long.