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Warning this collection of stories/points of view are inspired by true events in my life. I have decided to change some names and locations just on the simple fact that I really don't want to get sued. I came to the realization that there is a very good chance however that some asshole and or group of assholes is going to be horrifically offended with what I have to say. I say this because my collection of stories is not just a autobiography if you will but it is my views on the world and how fucked up it is and or I am. You be the judge but not just yet. I really must insist if you are easily offended this really isn't for you. I hope to cover topics such as education, social habits, addictions, sexual fetishs, and my favorite religion and much more. One of the most important topics I want to talk about drumroll please how people fuck with handicapped people. I hope you enjoy

My name is Jason Davis. I am a writer/musician among other things. I know what you're thinking who gives a rats ass right I know but I don't give a shit just the same. Don't you love our first amendment right it's cool isn't it. You should be truly proud we are all Americans because if we weren't in American we would be in some rickie tickie shit hole worshiping some damn statue and their sole purpose in life is strapping their ass to a rocket and ending our useless lives so we can spoon with some greater cause. It's a bunch of crap.

I am sorry I got way off track but I'll continue with that later. Where was I? Oh yes my introduction on a failed to mention earlier that I am crippled. I apologize to my fellow physically impaired brothers and sisters for using the word crippled. The word crippled never really affected me in any unemotional way negatively or positively because it is just a word. Just a word and words can't hurt us unless you want them to. For example a black person the number one alternative word is come on you know it lets say it together, NIGGER. Oh yes I just pulled the trigger the nigger trigger if you will. Oh there's at least one lawsuit that my big fat mouth got me into. Just hear me out two black guys are walking down the street and all you hear is the word nigger 20 or 30 God damn times but if a white guy comes up and says what's up dogs you my niggers his ass better be running for fucking cover. Come to think did I spell it right? Oh well. I know you heard this before but even if you heard it before I can't play favorites. I can't just discriminate one race and or flawed individuals yes I am talking about handicapped people to. Once again I will explain with more detail later.

I know it must seem like I am a very negative person. All on doing is simply leting off some steam. The average human being is probably thinking I now that I am a cold bitter son of a bitch. Not true I could list a catastrophic amount of people that know that I am a very nice guy. Not yet but you will get to know these people and I go through some of my experiences

Let's see where do I begin. It's really a miracle that I was ever born. I was born with Wolf Parkinson White syndrome in layman's terms my heart was fucked up and if my mother didn't go in for a sonogram I would have been dead. But fuck no here I am. Just kidding seriously I love my life I guess everybody has to love their life because if they didn't we would all be killing ourselves. Come to think of it we are doing just that in a word I like to call war. So I guess that last statement I made about we all love each other was a bunch of bull shit. Sometimes I think I'm the only one who thinks war is a good thing. Because if you think about it want is the purpose of war? Well I know the answer it's a way for Mother nature to you get rid of the surplus population of the world. It's a way for world to cleanse itself.

Back to my story. I am not going to give you every single detail about my life because that would just take too damn long. I would like to say that I was the first and only child at my elementary school in Andrews North Carolina to be in a mainstream and or normal class. Because in North Carolina at that time 1992/1997 the only class for handicapped children was a one room facility and that's it and all of the special education teachers would teach was teaching them there ABC's and 123's. I look back on it now and it's fucking bogeys as hell. Needless to say I'm not a retard so I went to the smart kids class.

I would now like to take this time to say how much I really hated North Carolina. Don't get me wrong it's beautiful there but I hated their school system and I'll explain. Being a handicapped person in a mainstream class I need it a assistant to write down what I had to say in my school work and some other personal things. I'll tell you I was blessed with the two dumbest moronic shallow minded assistants this state of North Carolina could ever higher. Marrynail Nichols and Charles Cameron, nothing like a little physical and mental abuse to make you want to learn in school. That's why we moved back to Florida in 1997 and I was so much happier. I could enjoy being a 10 year old kid I didn't think life good get any better. I started my new elementary school in late September 1997 Maplewood elementary school. I'll be the first one to say I was one little shit. I was always on the defense because and this school we also had assistance to help the kids and for some reason I thought they would all be \assholes so I treat them like shit but when I found out that they weren't assholes that's when I felt like shit for treating them like shit but I did feel at ease that I could trust somebody that was not my parents that made it easier for me. Also for the first time there was other disabled kids in my class like me. I had never really interacting with individuals like myself before. Honestly I didn't like it very much so the school decided to put me in a place where I was used to being and that really made me feel very good. Before I knew it it was time for junior high school.

I really don't have much to say about junior high school. I do and say how much it sucked ass. The only good things then came out of this particular time in my life is that I made some really good friends that taught me how to stand up for myself. One of those people was my good friend Travis pops who still happens to be my best friend today but I did really know how close we would eventually become.

Our friendship was and still is very unique in a real fucked up kind of way. There were some days where we were the best of friends and then others we wanted to kill each other. I mean we would really hate each other's guts. We were like brothers and that was very special to me because I have no brothers or sisters. Even know Travis was my best friend he could equally be my enemy. We would literally beat the shit out of each other.

I really didn't know what was going on in his head until I met his parents. I guess if I had to live like he did I guess I would be just like he was. All through junior high we fought I guess we grew apart for a while because he was a year ahead of me. He went on to high school and I was in eighth grade. While we started to grow apart I started hanging out with my friends in my mainstream class. I just wasn't in a mainstream class anymore because the school fucked up my class schedule. I was now in class in a place some schools would call the dungeon. The dungeon is where all the juvenile delinquents go. In the beginning I really can like it but after awhile the place started to grow on me. I was in the same class as the drug dealers and so-called gang members and what everybody will call the scum of the earth. It was very exciting on any given day anything could and probably did happen. That's when I Met my friend Charles Green. We really started talking when we found out we like the same kind of music. We both idolized the greatest band in the world KISS. For the first couple of weeks that's all we talked about. We were also big professional wrestling fans which just so happens to be how we both found the greatest band in the world KISS. I'm sorry I'd just like saying that. Anyway back to my friend Charles. So within a few weeks we both found out that we were both heavy metal fans and wrestling fans. I really didn't know what my friend was into other then those two things. I really didn't care though because he saw me for me and not my wheelchair.

Not to get off subject but this seems like a good time to tell everybody my philosophy growing up in school. I really don't care what somebody looks like or what kind of person somebody is. Good or bad happy or sad. I don't care if you are a religious person or not. Drug dealer or if you are a junkie I will treat people the same as long as they treat me like an equal.

The statement above is 100% the truth. I except anyone you excerpts me. Unfortunately not everybody follows that philosophy.

Anyway let me get back to when I was saying. Being friends with Charles gave me some street credit if you will. Me and my friend Charles hung out every day growing closer and closer together. We knew we could depend on each other for anything. Then I started to hang out with his other friends getting even closer to them. We were like a gang. They watched my back and I watched there's. For example one time there was this fat black punk I can't remember want the fuck his name was but that really doesn't matter . One time he thought it would be funny to take my glasses when we were in the hall. All of a sudden my friend Cedric rain into his classroom and yelled somebody fucking with Jason. The next thing I know is my friend Charles and the whole fucking class came running to my rescue ready to kick the kid's ass. Needless to say I got my glasses back. That's how close we were. I had didn't think it could get any better than that. Nobody wanted to fuck with me because they knew if they did we would beat the living shit out of them. We only had to you just a few times but those times were fun. Even know my popularity grew talking to the opposite sex was a completely different story. I mean I was a chunky kid with glasses in a wheelchair. So I needed some serious help and I got it. I know it sounds corny but when they say be yourself and you'll get results. Well I tried and I could not believe that it works.

Before I found the confidence to talk to girls I really was so god damn bad at it. It was horrible and I mean horrible. I got all tough tied and my face turned beat red. I was such a pussy it was so damn embarrassing. It took me two years after that to get the right technique but like they say practice makes perfect and I had a lot of practice that's for sure.

As my popularity grew and I became big man on campus I became really arrogant and self absorbed. Even though I was well liked with my normal friends I really started to become more and more snobby to my fellow crippled classmates even though I was not in any handicapped classrooms anymore. I really felt like I was hot shit I finally felt normal or what I thought at that time was normal. At one point I even started picking on them but not before me feeling alienated by them because I stopped hanging out with them and also because they felt like I was smarter than them. Which in a way they were right because I was smarter than them but that wasn't their fault, it's very simple it's their parents fault I'll explain. 90% of the parents with children born with disabilities tend to shelter their child and mainly because it one or two things they are either ashamed of their creation or they figure that the child is too weak for society to tolerate. My parents and the other hand never treated me like a poor little crippled kid. I got the same opportunities as every other child. That's what the problem is because when I was in those particular classrooms there was a very strange feeling in the room. That feeling was that they settled for second best they did not know to broaden and minds it's not as much as that but they did know they had a choice in what they were learning. That really pisses me off and that went made me better than all the rest of my crippled classmates. It made me look bad because the classes I was in were physically handicapped classes not mentally handicapped classes they have a whole entire school for them.