#Paul and his fuck ass mullet </3

[buggyboyizhere]

Pat when his best bbg pal moves away for “work” and when he joins some tiny army he discovers the best bbg pal has actually been here all along

Their reunion wasn’t as fantabulous as Paul hoped it would be

Rubbing my hands together evilly I’ll elaborate on my story for em soon <3

[mamagiorgio-blog]

Roaming Gangs of Children - Chapter 1

I’d say the first day of high school was a fucked up experience.  New faces everywhere, behaviors I’d never seen.  Intimidating as all hell.  But the people watching was top notch.  I’m the kind of person who could sit for hours observing people.  I was standing on the inside of the front doors of the school when I first saw him.  Most people would say they WALKED through the door to get in to high school for the first time, not Danny, he was carried in by the seat of his pants.  

It was an entrance that you just could not look away from.  One big senior carrying two freshman in…wedgie style.  That image will forever be burnt into my memory.  One of the freshman was a tall skinny guy with dark hair and olive skin.  He was of Metis decent and I recognized him right away.  Paul was his name, he went to my elementary school for two years in grades 2 and 3.  The other freshman I’d never seen before.  He was a small guy with big clothes, big hair, big piercing blue eyes, and an enormous personality.  I didn’t know it at the time, but he would be the one I’d follow out of innocence into the most fucked up depths of debauchery I could have never imagined if I hadn’t lived it.  

Oh the senior carrying them both in, that was Don.  Paul’s older brother.  Big dude, dark gelled up mullet style haircut, known to be a fighter, someone you didn’t want to fuck with back then.  

The vision of Paul and Danny being carried into the school with their underwear up the cracks of their asses will forever shadow over any other memory I may have had on my first day at O’Neill High.