Hi, how yah doing? My name is Michael Johnson, incase you haven't figured that out by now (it's posted enough times) and I hate writing about myself. I'm going to anyway, just cause everybody else had such nice long pretty bios.
Calling me a "bastard" would be perfectly acceptable, because my dad and mom never got married. Therefore calling me "dubious" would be acceptable as well because bastard is someone of "dubious origin". Next subject, this one has a very large amount of stupid.
More background information? No. Let's talk about present day Michael, the one with red hair, not the one who had bleached hair, or all dark brown hair, or white hair, the one with red hair. I try to stay optimistic and when I'm not being optimistic I still try to pretend I'm optimistic. I don't like pessimism, I used to be one, optimism is a bit much more lot of funner. Sure I get disappointed, a whole freaking lot...in fact I think I get the shaft far more then I get what I was hoping for....but still, I always get back up on my feet and childishly look forward to what's coming up next in my life. Only to have it smashed before my eyes....oh don't you feel so bad for me? You shouldn't. I don't.
I like to draw. I'm going to be a big comic book artist and make lots of money just living out my dream. That's next to impossible of course because nobody reads comics anymore and comic book artists don't make that much money anyway. Still though, I'm going to be a big comic book artist and make lots of money. Buy my comics when I publish them, I'll give you a hug. I work at Peet's coffee on Locust street in Walnut Creek CA, if you ever come in and mention Naked Castle to me I'll give you a free drink. Unless a manager's there. Then I'll just say "das coo" and charge you double. It's worth a shot though right? To wrap it up, I like my girlfriend, she's cute, and she makes me happy. Happier then you do at least.....you bastard.
His casual associates often inaccurately describe Mike as simply being a "nice guy"; he once brought this fact to my attention and I was unable to keep from laughing in his face. We both agreed that although he's a very compassionate person he's not a "nice guy". I know this because I spent my freshmen year of high school in Mike's art class and am familiar with all the things I used to dislike about him. I say "used to" because he has changed quite a bit since those days but I still feel I should elaborate.
I have a very clear memory of walking home after school, way back in 9th grade, with Mike and a friend of his, Jeff. Mike was on Ritalin and was overly aggressive because of it. He and I began arguing, over a topic I've long forgotten, and resorted to physical means in order to settle our dispute. At the time, I had waning beliefs regarding religion and God and hell and felt, for that reason, that I would go easy on Mike. As we walked, we began whipping each other with our sweatshirts but, because I chose not to fight earnestly, it was a clearly one-sided match since Mike had his aggression and I had that momentary emotional assertion problem.
He didn't know when it stopped being funny and I wasn't capable of expressing exactly what he shouldn't be doing. Now, it was nothing brutal, he hit me a couple of times with a sweatshirt; it "hurt" to an annoying extent but we quickly moved on as soon as our parents arrived to take us home. The significant thing is that I've never forgotten about all the little things that bothered me in that first year of knowing Mike, though I've tried to put it behind us.
He left for another town and another school in my sophomore year and didn't return until that year was nearly completed. He found God in that po-dunk town, got off his medication, and became a better person because of it. I give Mike a hard time for being too compassionate, yet, I understand that it's his natural role in life. Meaning, I don't expect him to change. It's my natural role in life to constantly be striving to manipulate and control the people I spend my time with. Not because I'm a bad person but because of the way emotional heredity and environment raised me to behave. Even the most evil and horrible types of people can sound downright reputable if you describe them correctly.
Last Updated 11.21.03
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