Amsterdam Freeverse - G. The Truth

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G. The Truth

Im vaping like usual

Scratching my stomach

Fucking my bitch

Jamaican flag hanging

She's grabbing that shit

We smoking and we showering

That pussy I'm devouring

Pierced nipples cute face

New girl different race

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MORE TO COME

My High Memoir

This was my first English paper that I wrote in college. After how amazing it turned out and considering I got one of the only two A's in the class I am proud to say I wrote this high, and that marijuana is harmless if used the right way. Go ahead and judge me by that statement but I'm the one who got an A on my paper with it's help. For those of you who actually know me I guess you could say i exaggerated a little bit. And for those of you who don't for example my English15 teacher I'll sign autographs later.

Beliefs of an Hidden Role Model

Written by G.TheTruth.

At first glance my neighborhood looks like any other town in New Jersey. Sure there may be a few more high schools, one too many malls, and a train station that more then 1000 people pass through daily, but it still manages to keep the homely feel to its residents. This “melting pot” of a town that I am referring to is Woodbridge Township. With diversity being a driving factor in our area, there aren’t many types of people you won’t find. There is no dominant majority or minority; therefore I can honestly say diversity hasn’t been an issue growing up.

Middle school is an important time for the youth in our town. Unlike most current day students that are taught to idolize scientists and dead presidents, the role models in my school were leaders such as Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. Although our school is big on academics, the most important lesson learned in middle school was the acceptance of others.

There was an unspoken understanding of mutual respect throughout the halls. Most people choose to live blind and ignore the differences in people, while others, like me, try to embrace and learn from our differences. This is just one opinion on why I was viewed as a leader in my middle school. Being a leader in 8^th grade meant everything. I was looked to for problems and solutions and was pretty much considered a guidance counselor to my peers. Our 8^th grade class was said to be a special one.

Overtime we developed a phrase that most students in the school lived by: “Treat others the way you want to be treated.” As our graduating gift we had that quote painted over the doorways leaving the school. Subconsciously these are the last words that every graduating student will associate with our school as they began their transition into high school and become mature adults.

Three years later, junior year is about to begin and I was put back into a very similar situation. I was officially an upperclassman, finally at the top half of the food chain and the only other predators and teammates in the animal kingdom of high school were the more experienced seniors. I had nothing to worry about.

The best part of the upcoming school year may have been the underclassmen, my past disciples from middle school. The 6^th, 7^th, and 8^th graders from three years ago were are all in the same building once again. Nothing could go wrong. I was worshipped by the underclassmen and respected by the upperclassmen. The school as a whole was set for a great year, and I wasn’t looking too bad myself.

The first day of school started and our annual senior orientation was about to begin. I was selected as one of the few seniors to talk on stage in front of a large crowd of my fellow schoolmates. We entered the auditorium and walked toward the stage. I was selected fourth in line behind my three good friends, followed by a couple kids I didn’t really know. As we marched on stage the crowd began to roar and I was reassured that this upcoming year would be great. I waited in line eager to start. We began roll call and started introducing ourselves to the adoring fans. We started at the front of the line, but before we could get to the first person something happened. “Back of the line, Rosa Parks” I heard whispered closely to my ear. A few seconds later, I knew something was wrong. The room went silent, my friends on stage stepped behind me, and the kid who said it to me even seemed sick to his stomach with shock. At that moment I understood what everyone was thinking. We all had microphones clipped to our shirts and that comment was just announced to the whole student body of my high school and no one knew how to respond.

Everyone had their own reason why they kept comments like that to themselves. Some honestly believe it is wrong, others out of fear, and some out of respect. I could tell that the crowd, along with the administration, was still shocked and was waiting for the next move. “Your dead,” my first friend snapped immediately to the kid. With everyone equipped with microphones, the situation began to quickly escalate while the audience, along with teachers, tuned in to watch in suspense. Why was no one stopping this I thought to myself? I knew I had to think quickly on my feet because the whole student body was watching an uncontrollable sitcom unfold, and my friends are on the verge of being at this kids throat.

“I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it,” he said speaking as if he was all of a sudden my best friend. I felt as if all eyes were on me, just waiting for a response. I knew what I had to do.

I looked at him and said, “I understand you’re sorry right now, but I can’t forgive you”. The state of shock on the audience shifted to awe. As I glared out into the audience I saw a swarm of blank faces hidden behind unanswered questions. I had the attention of everyone in the room. “Right now you’re not actually sorry because you did say it, so I know you meant it. You’re sorry that I either, one took offense to it, two sorry out of fear of being beaten up right now, or three sorry that the whole student body just heard your last comment.” At this point I now officially had the attention of the whole student body, even my friends on stage stood in shock.

“And to be honest, none of those reasons seem legit to me. You should feel guilty because you know deep down, what you said was wrong, and next time you think of saying something like that to someone you won’t say it because of the consequences. You won’t say it out of respect for that person”. As I finished my rant, I turned to the kid offering him a handshake, while what just actually happened began to take effect in the minds of audience.

As awkward glances on stage turned into smiles, we knew as a group what we just accomplished. We taught a new lesson to the not only the students of our school but the staff also. Everyone knew to keep their comments to themselves but not everyone knew for the right reason.  What started out as a horrible incident, finished as one of the best orientations ever presented at our high school. There was still a sense of uncertainty coming from the crowd. I knew it was the unanswered question of was what just happened real or scripted? Everyone on stage knew what had just happened was real and spontaneous, and in some sense, they were sort of proud that they were involved.

We reformed the line that we walked onto stage in, waiting for an administrator to add their input into what just happened. I stepped forward and looked back at the line, with a look of trust and took a bow. Instantly the awkward and confusion of the room disappeared. As I looked to my left, the kid who was, for a short time, the villain of the school, stepped forward and bowed with me. Soon my friends followed, and then the whole line stepped forward and bowed together as one. This notion was followed by an instant uproar of applause that seemed to last for ever.

Eventually our principal walked on stage with a look of slight confusion on his face. “I want to thank the upperclassmen for their little skit on the importance of not only accepting, but respecting your classmates. Please now report to your second block class.” The students scattered and the auditorium quickly emptied. What just happened was over just as quickly as it stated.

What keeps the world going, in my opinion.

Weekly Life Updates.

• I, Gerry TheTruth, almost had to smack a bitch this past weekend, so clearly it must have been justified, but for the record she was literally a bitch and  I  solved the conflict like a mature adult. However that is for another post.
•  I was also one of 3 students who received an A on our first english paper, which I am proud to say I wrote extremely high, so don't judge me.
• And finally before I begin this post, I want to say a quick pray for all my friends and I, that we survive this upcoming State Patty's Weekend, that sounds like a drunken war against the police.

Now back to the post.

There are only 4 countries in the world that are important in my opinion. Important? Can you name them? (you cheated.)

"Well what about ___[insert stupid response here]___!

And it's able to continue because of the thought of the "American Dream." Why do people like immigrants still believe in it? To be honest America kinda sucks. It's tough living in a country when the government is trying to fuck you, and imagine the government is a homeless person. Would you really wanna have passionate sex with a homeless person? I'm talking about NYC homeless people not just that bum who sits outside your local Walmart. If you live in an already developed country, for instance anywhere in Europe congrats. Because I don't know what started it but America just has to do the opposite. We can't even respect soccer or not eat McDonalds because of you Europeans. I tend to get distracted easily now  so back to the main reasoning behind this post.

These 4 countries right here decide everything about the World. From when we will we run of out fossil fuels to freshwater. to space in general. Or when other countries are allowed to develop. I personally Blame the Pilgrims because they fucked up everything. How could you be so greedy to screw over the Native Americans.

1. America - the original trick; "The American Dream! WOOO!" That once you step foot into the golden roads of America you'll magically be handed a perfect job and family even throw in a nice manly dog too. (which some* chinese people eat, that's not racist I just wikipedia'd that shit and it's true.) The American dream is complete shit for most average people; single moms, dead beat dads, homeless people and minorities. Even middle class people struggle in America.  The government just keeps the rich rich and the poor poor.
2. China - is fueled by America. They have more US currency then the US, that alone should show that somethings wrong. Don't even get me started on the budget deficit that seems like an infinite and how much we owe to China. I think of it this way how America uses Las Vegas as a goldmine we sadly feel prey to China's scheme. Have you ever heard of the phrase Made in China... 

3. India - is summed up "sweatshops" they make every one's shit and get paid with spare change. (I think it could even be the change the homeless people collect.) When was the last time you saw a picture of a little Indian boy happy to work in a sweatshop, wearing his brand new Abercrombie shirt that he just made. Or a little Indian girl playing with her barbie dolls during her first day off in months. Don't worry I have yet to see that either. That's surprising considering they spend most of their childhood and adult life making stuff for us. Just like China uses America for money, we both use India as our work slaves. This takes away the "economical consequences" of both countries. "Why get our hands dirty when their hands are already brown" I am currently debating whether I should take that last comment out cause even I agree it was racist. But to help get the point across I will keep it.
4. Africa - putting this simply Africa dies for us; 25 out of top 30 countries with the highest death rates are in Africa. Population increase is becoming one of the biggest problems of the world. And the already developed countries know that. And if these underdeveloped countries want to become developed like us the world can't handle it. Therefore we do nothing. Keep the underdeveloped underdeveloped. There are actually organization that raise more money for CATS! then children in other countries. Cats suck! Being a old dog man sounds cool, but one too many cats and boom old cat lady for life. Now the neighborhood kids are gonna be scared of you simply because you thought a commercial of a cat chilling was more important then helping children around the world. And in conclusion, I believe that someone has the cure for AIDS, but for the people in power it's doing more good for them then it is bad. The government just liked Magic Johnson, who didn't? (That just gave me an idea for another post)

I want you to understand that this is all just my opinion. Something I put together when I was bored one day and it happens to makes a lot of sense to me. I'm not racist just aware of different races and how that makes the world go round. But I think we could both agree that...

The world's a fucked up place.
*I am aware that Africa is not a country, however it was just easier to explain when they were grouped together. Africa is Continent*

Welcome. Don't try and stereotype me just yet. Learn a little first.

Let me answer a couple questions for you below that I get asked every day. One sentence should be enough, but if you if still want to "label" me, feel free to continue reading. Maybe I judged you to soon, you know what you should read this I think you would enjoy it, or if you already know me I give you permission to skip to the last one.

Well, I'm Gerry. 

Think you know me yet? That's just a nickname. I love having a nickname like Gerry. You can't judge someone with a name as a nickname. The "y" just throws off everyone, don't worry. Nicknames ending in "y" just became too predictable. Think about it. Bobby - Bob, most likely Robert. I have yet to met a Bobert. Timmy - Tim - Timothy. Nicky - Nick - Nicholas. Alex - Alexander. Chris - Christopher. You know what Chris's of the world, I salute you. Because you have an alias. Maybe your names Christian. People don't know of a first impression. Christian? GOD? Oh no not religion, let's change the subject before someone gets crucified.

Isn't it funny a girl caught your attention?

Well, I'm still Gerry.

Gerry? Maybe he's a Jeremy? Jeremiah? Jerald? Jarred? Jarret? Jerome? Jerry? Nope known of these. Why would any of those possibly be my actual name. Think! Do you see a "G" in any of those. I've just always been called Gerry. I can't even remember ever introducing myself as anything else. To be honest most people don't know what it is. I like it like that. It always did cause awkward first days of grade school though.

Wait so you’re Gerry? Not Jerry?

Correct! I never said I was Jerry, you assumed so. It's kind of an insult when people act like I messed up. Like I pronounced and spelled my own name wrong. That's called having a different name. "Shouldn't we call you Gary or Geary!" I'll admit there is no such thing as stupid question, but there are stupid people who make stupid statements. If you sincerely asked me I would explain. I spell my name with a G because my actual name is. It started with a "G" doesn't that make sense to spell my nickname with a "G." But no, you try and tell me that I'm wrong. I have a birth certificate with my name that proves how stupid you really are. So, if I wanted to be called Gary, then I would call myself Gary. But I don't, do I?.... (long pause to put your thoughts together.) You learn to accept that some people although they appear normal have extremely low IQ's "Oh yeah I guess your right." If you take one things away from that answer, remember one thing. Learn from your mistakes or else you'll turn stupid, and yes stupidity has no limit. It is possible to become stupider. There's no such word as "stupidest" it can always get worse.

G? Hmmmm? Can you explain?

That's why I love my name/nickname combo. With just two simple names. I create at least 10 different characters; individuals; personalities; in your head. With just one word Gerry and a thought what does it stand for? Gerald! is personally my favorite alias. Only because it's the most common guess, but no that's not my name either.

Isn't it funny how you still don't know me. Would the fact that I wasn't born in America but am still an American born citizen change anything? Yes, I could still be President, how did that happen? Can you start over I'm confused...

Still not enough until next time? Try finding the not highlighted "Gerry".