William E. Schulte, born in Nashua, New Hampshire, moved to Salt Lake City, Utah. Then back to New England (Boston).. Then to Elmira, New York.. where after divorcing my real father, and having him desert me at the age of 5.. My mother married possibly the worst person I've encountered in all my 18 years. Wallace Phauef (If you live in South Carolina or Florida, kick his ass for me). I was around the abuse of my mother, and was myself abused from the age of 6 to 11. He taught me valuable lessons, however (Like how to fly), and I will never put anyone around me through any of the mental, physical, and emotional bullshit that I went through. Either way, being eleven, still diagnosed with ADHD, and taking ridalin, I had PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome).. and started royally fucking up in school. By the time I got into Middle School, I was listening to a little bit of Metal (KoRn, Metallica, and Rammstein). Then I met the Hellraisers, Derek and Joe.. they both, like me, had gone through their fair share of shit. Derek and I found common interest in Skateboarding, which I had gotten somewhat good at over the years (I was 13), and so we would go out skating and causing general havok. I also, from past turmoil, and lack of hope from people in school, started getting extremely depressed, and was eventually admitted to St. James Mercy Hospital's Adolescant Psyche Ward for suicide attempts. Either way, I finally got out of Middle School, where Joe went to Elmira, and Derek and I weren't exactly talking much. But in the midst of my 8th year I found I was misdiagnosed ADHD, and they put Manic Depression on me. I didn't get to go to my 8th grade farewell, I had been kicked out of the school and mister Carney the trainfucker said I was not to be anywhere near school grounds. So by the time I got to high school, I was a freak. I dressed differently from most everybody in horseheads, and was the target of constant harassment. I started hanging out with Derek again, along with best friends Vaughn and Alex. Freaks at the highschool started dropping like flies, as mister Kunt began expelling anyone that dressed differently then the aryan race he wanted in his schools. I didn't get expelled my freshman year, when I became a sophmore, and was in the same class as Ricky and Derek, we started causing havok again, this time against teacher Mrs. Blowers, and assistant Mrs. Clark (THE BIRD LADY!). I got into trouble constantly in that class.. wether it be making constant vulgar comments, or simply falling asleep, I was fucked. So finally, having a shitload of write-ups piled up on me.. I finally got punched by some jock/prep/tough guy and ended up getting a tooth knocked out. I proceeded to spit the tooth along with blood onto his chest and neck and laughed like a fucking psycho. I was mentally unfit to be in Horseheads High School, went to School Without Walls, which I have been, in one form or another, attending ever since. Now it's my senior year, and I'm about to graduate. I take Electronics at BOCES, and get good grades. So I wire the good ole choppers that come out of your favorite Bicycle chopper place, HHC. I am also Nick-named "Sexuwill" for SDFS, for I suppose I am a pervert. Well, that was long, and if you're still reading, contact me, and you'll get a sweet prize. Uhhh, alright.. later.
(By the way, in case you were wondering "I Am Jack's" is from Fight Club, rent it, bitch.)