I don't really remember a whole lot between about 9-13 but it was far from average. In that time period I had begun smoking anything I could get my hands on and drinking like a fish. I also loss my virginity in this time period since I've always looked older than I really. But it was funny our now mother was a teacher and had a teaching degree from 4th-12th grade in Social Studies so she basically followed us through our grades, checking on us and keeping me on track since she was the only one to be able to do so. I guess I'm the more rebellious type of guy, the free spirit, I do what I want and I don't care about getting hurt, If you tell me not to do something I will make sure to do it. I've always been fairly quiet around strangers but once I'm comfortable I start to make an impression, People have always been afraid of me and I'm not really sure why but No one ever messes with me besides the few occasional ass-holes and well they get something back. Frankie was more of the sociable one, always up on the latest designs and fashions and later my thoughts were confirmed, He is gay. I also have a half-sister she was actually my fathers other bastard kid, she doesn't like us much and she never has, she says we are the reason why her father left her mother, I don't know don't ask. Frankie always got picked on a-lot but whenever they found out we were brothers they didn't screw with him anymore. I always was the trouble child, well I can't say trouble because I Never got caught, I was a tricky bastard and I still am. I would go to my mothers class which was always 1st period and than skip for the rest of the day and come back to the school when it was time to go home, took her about a year to realize. I was never a school person, i didn't like the construction it was too baring, It was locking a lion in a cage something was bound to go wrong. I had to get suspended over a dozen times over my whole school life time for things like fights to peeing in a teachers coffee pot when she wouldn't let me use the bathroom to dropping laxatives in this one teachers drink, lets just say my mother wasn't most popular amongst the school facility. But she loved me none-the less and she knew thats just how I was, something you couldn't control without killing the rest of me and whenever I got in trouble it was my thing to deal with and she had nothing to do with it, something I admire very greatly about her. I got some surgeries down on my leg which was shorter than the other, I spent about a year on crutches or a wheel chair because of the filing of the bone and than the breaking of it, I was very active and still am can't really stay in the house very long but around this time I didn't have much of a choice, I was fragile and weary from all the pain medications I was being put on, so during this time I found my love for music and writing. I started playing the guitar, saxophone, drums, lute and trumpet in about a year and able to read anything given to me. My luck right? Also during that time of being put in recluse I also got an infection in my worse lung which was dramatically smaller so basically whenever I get excited, angry or have some adrenaline going I start to cough up blood because your heart beats faster and my lungs just don't know what to do with all the blood so I basically gag myself.

If you don't like the incoherent mumblings of an heartbroken teen father than press the back button as quick as you can before you get drawn into the story. It's not a happy story but it's mine none the less.
This is all i really know.
My father was a fairly popular rocker in the Dublin area that was addicted to multiple drugs at once, he dated this one woman for about a month or two but left her when he found out she was pregnant. Her name was Sinead Swinton known as 'sickening swinton' she was a groupie, drug addict and all around free spirit. She planned to get an abortion but for some reason didn't probably because of the Clique of Modern hippies she was around and later became. She continued her smoking,drinking and shooting heroin through her pregnancy. She went into labor at 7 and a half months and shoot a needle before she had us, that's how addicted she was. She had My brother Frankie and I on September 21st 1990. Frankie was 4 pounds and 6 ounces and I was 3 pounds and 4 ounces. I was obviously the weaker of the two with a breathing deficiency because my lungs were not fully grown and I wasn't expected to live past the first week. Surprised them huh? Frankie was bored with webbed feet and I was born with a missing pinkie on my left hand, a breathing deficiency, a longer leg than the other and later Colorblind-ness which doctors believe is related to birth defect. We lived with our mother for the first 3 years of our life, she kicked her bad habits after we were born and joined a group of modern hippies to end the war between the English and Irish in Belfast. She went to a rally one day and never came home. She was shot in the chest and killed instantly. Almost immediately after her death our aunt {who also lived with us} called Child Services and had us put in an orphanage. A catholic orphanage named Saint Anne's where us and about 100 other kids lived. Needless to say there wasn't a-lot of money and the English kids were favored tremendously, there were only a few of us Irish, The British punishments would include a ruler onto the knuckles and the occasional belt while the Irish kid were told to stay the next few nights outside. No I am not lying I would not lie about this.
They called my brother and I 'The Terrible Twins' and we soon proved to much for them to handle so we were put into a foster home service. Over the next 3 years we were swapped over 16 times and that was even worse than the orphanage, many of the foster parents were abusive or addictive and some of the stories I have about them are to terrible to remember nor write about. By 9 we were adopted by Alexis Lennox our mother. For the first time in our lives we had heat, hot water, a warm bed, food and love. Needless to say we felt like we hit the lottery, we truly did from having nothing to everything we could ask for and that was the real feeling of love, someone caring for you unconditionally, not beating you not even screaming at you no matter how stupid you were, Someone that wants nothing more than to make you happy.
There is a-lot more. I'll update later.

What is it inside of us humans that holds us into the concept of Relationships? Is it the fairy-tale dream love that all of us wish to find? Or maybe it's the constant want for affection and love. I've always questioned these things and still to this day i cannot answer them, even after being in a relationship for, Four years, which is a long time let me tell you. You know it's been a long time when you can read this persons every thought and emotion without them even saying a word, When you can come to this person crying without a real reason and all they want to do is hold you and wipe your tears away, When you finally realize this person is not just your life but they have made your life in whole. In many cases this is all too rare and i have had my full share of use relationships doomed to hell from the get-go but I always feel that you have to experience these to learn from them. To learn how to compromise and not quit just because you don't like this one thing about them because eventually you begin to love it because it is just a part of them no matter how much it may bug you sometimes. It always breaks my heart to see Girls in these relationships, Giving their heart and soul and even their body to these unworthy guys who at any chance will walk away breaking their hearts. A-lot of the time, Girls say 'I wish i had a boy-friend like you, Mine is a {insert negative adjective here}' Well the reason I am what I am today is because I have been that douche bag that didn't care and broke hearts and realized how just stupid it is, No one and I mean NO ONE deserves to go through that.
And Girls here is my take:
Never EVER stay with a guy if they disrespect you in any way shape or form, All girls deserve better you are not a piece of meat but a prize that one day will make one man complete and whole, don't settle for anything less than you deserve.
and Guys;
As strange as it may sound Girls are humans to with a beating heart and warm blood and do not deserve ill treatment they look for the same things you do in life {most of the time} and often just want to be comforted and loved and that is something ALL girls deserve and I mean this when I say it you are no 'man' if you hop from one girl to the next breaking hearts and lying or demeaning girls taking the easy route out. It takes a MAN to keep a relationship so Grow Up!

What are your thoughts?

In this blog, I feel the need to address some things that have been 'bubbling in my head'...that is the point of a blog, Yes?
From looking around in the Sodahead community and just being around young people than I in general i have realized that many times Parents are just put on a pettistool and whipped for everything! Now I of all people probably should not be talking about this for {if you read my about me} I have no living parents, My mother died when i was 3 and I never knew my father but this is just a simple observation. {Don't apologize because of the loss of my parents please because in my few i never had them so I've never lost anything, Don't pity me} But I am a father myself of a adorable little 10 month old Boy who is absolutely my pride and joy and fruit of all of my labors. Not having parents really makes you look at other peoples parents and seeing how ALL kids {All kids do this at some point, Why? Because they are kids that's just what we do!} treat their parents rarely they deserve it, many of time the Parents are just looking out for the children ensuring their safety and well-being, even as annoying and angering as this may be, It is better than having No parents or bad parents. I know as many will read this you will shake your head and disagree but look around you almost everything you have your parents have bough for you, Why? Because they want you to be happy they love you! Open your bloody eyes! And than imagine all of that gone, actually it was never there to begin with, You have no protection or advice in that cruel world believe it or not it is cruel not just a joke and it is not all fun and games on a constantly moving ball you will find yourself falling off and it is EXTREMELY difficult to get back on but Parents hold you up until you are strong and ready to live on your own and make the right decisions for yourself, But they still don't love you...Right? Your mother carries you for Nine months in her own body, gives birth to you in a way so grotesque and painful and than powders your arse and feeds you, goes sleepless nights, Why? Because they love you! Go threw taking care of you as an annoying toddler and child and than pre-teen and than teen, and than many have the audacity to say their parents are wrong, What they have done to get them to this point, By loving them parents are wrong! Sadly for you this world is not complete Anarchy and there are rules needed to be obied by and your Parents teach you to live in between those rules.

Now i realize that they are thousands of kids like me parentless and I realize that there are thousands of kids without good parents but if you are not one of them don't victimize yourself, Open your eyes and don't lie to yourself, If you have a good parent or good parents than accept that and try to make their job a little easier because for crissakes it is not easy!

What are your thoughts?

Everything my girlfriend of three years and I have fought over

Deon: Can you go out and get toothpaste for the baby?

Kier:..for what...?

Deon:...his teeth?

Kier: He doesn’t have any fucking teeth.

Deon: So your supposed to brush him gums and i think he has one coming in,

Kier: Brush his gums? And why don’t we just wait until the actualy tooth comes out i mean
"toothpaste" you have to have "teeth" to use the "paste" part.

Deon: My mother said we should start,

Kier: When is the last time you listened to your mother?

Deon: Never so i figure it’s about time

Kier: Nah it’s not about time wait a few more years

Deon: Kier seriously

Kier: He doesn’t have any fucking teeth!

Deon: I knew i should of been a lesbian.



Leaving the kitchen door open (three times a day that one, minimum).



Those little toothpaste speckles you make when you brush your teeth in front of the mirror.



I eat two-fingered Kit-Kats like I’d eat any other chocolate bars of that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two individual fingers first. Deon accused me of doing this, ’deliberately to annoy her’.



The amount of time I spend on the computer.



How to pronounce Hippopotamus.



Deon doesn’t like to watch movies on the TV. She "says" she does, but years of occurrence have proven that what she actually wants is to sit down by me as I tell the entire movie to her. ’

Who’s she?’

’Why did he get shot?’

’I thought that one was on their side?’

’Is that a bomb’

JUST WATCH THE FUCKING THING!

’Isn’t she the one who does that tampon advert?’ and, on one juncture, ’Oh, I’ve seen this - he gets killed at the end.’



She keeps making me carry tampons around because of her hatred of being like every other girl and carrying a purse –

’Here, hold these, just in case.’
’Oooooooh, why can’t you carry them?’
’I’ve got no pockets.’
Then, of course, I forget about them. And the next I take out my cell phone of the keys from my pocket Feminine pluggers rain overhead.



Verbal shortcuts, you know those things where you try to be smart and get out of the question, not a good idea my friend

"Why is that girl calling you all the time?"

"Why isn’t that girl calling me all the time"

"Are you friends with her?"

"Yeah"

"Do you like her?"

"Obviously"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"No!"

"Yes you are don’t lie to me kier!"



Deon’s most maddening habit is to turn off the central heating I’ll suddenly notice that, sitting typing at the keyboard, I can see my own breath while from the bedroom my brother frank will call out, ’Dude, I can’t feel my legs...’ And I’ll shiver down the stairs to find the central heating set to fucking ’Summer/Hypothermia/Cryogenic Suspension,’ and Deon in the living room watching the TV.



Deon comes home from having her hair cut and says, ’What do you think?’ and you reply, ’I’d love you whatever your hair was like,’ well, Wrong Answer.





School highways

Deon- ’That new girl have you talked to her yet?"
Kier– "yeah"
Deon "of course you have
Kier "What does that mean?"
Deon– "I don’t know…YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH HER DON’T YOU?"

I came home from work on Friday and, my very good friend was there she said ’Hey - I’ve missed you,’ she says. Deon calls out ’No you haven’t,hun.’



"Kier! I didn’t know he was going to cut this much off of my hair"

’Tsk.’
She’s unable to find herself satisfied.
’So, that’s it then, is it’
’What am I supposed to do? He’s cut the hair off. Do you want me to wrap it in frozen peas and race to the hospital to see if they can do an emergency weave?’
"You can do that?"

"No"

"Oh"

"Why did you say it than!"

"it was a joke!"

"That’s not funny!"

"Than why are you fucking laughing?"

"I don’t know, stop interrogating me"



Me- ’Are you ready?’
’Yes.’
’No you’re not,"
’I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m just cutting out this magazine article and putting the DVD is order according to their color and making a cup of tea and wondering if we should move that mirror six inches to the left, but I’m ready - go ahead, start the film.’
’No. I’ll start the film when you’re sitting here. If I start the film now, you’ll sit down in three minutes time and say, "What’s happened?" Not going to happen.
She sits
’Thank you.’
FBI Warning comes up
’I’ve just remembered, I need to call my mom"
"Raaaaaaawr Deon!"
’I only need to ask if she has a phone"
’No. Make the phone call. I’ll wait.’
[Three hours later.}
’Right.’

Deon is sitting at the computer typing. I’m in a chair close by drawing.
I say to her, ’Tortoise and turtle is the same word in Russian, isn’t it?’
She stops typing, reaches over, pulls off one of my shoes, throws it down through the door and returns to her typing. All in a single, silent movement.

’What are you doing?

’Kier: ’I’m talking to Mark using Morse code - he’s at home right now holding one of his CD cases, picking up the vibrations I’m making.’
: ’No you’re not, you liar. You’re lying. Why do you always lie? You liar.’
go over and get that Chiodos CD case, press it on to your nose, and we’ll see if you can pick up anything.’





Deon: You haven’t washed all the lettuce.

Kier: I’ve washed the bits thought was enough

Deon: And left the rest for me to wash

Kier: If you wash it all, it goes off quicker.

Deon: So, we’ll eat it quicker, then.

Kier: I don’t want to eat it quicker.

Deon: But I do.

Kier: Then wash it yourself if you’re so desperate to gorge on lettuce. What am I? Your official Lettuce Washer?

Deon: Why are your hands so big?







Kier: I’m going into town.’

Deon: ’Why? What do you need to go to town for?’

Kier: ’Oh, I have to get some stuff.’

Deon: ’What stuff?’

Kier: ’Just some stuff... things.’

Deon: ’What things?’

Kier: ’ things.’

Deon: ’What things?’

Kier: ’What does it matter?’

Deon: ’What things?’

Kier: ’It’s not important what specific things, is it? I have to get things or I wouldn’t be going into town, would I?

Deon: ’What things?’

Kier: ’Oh, for Christ’s sake... Pizzas. I need to buy some pizzas, OK?’

Deon: ’We’ve got pizzas.’

Kier: ’We’ve got a pizza.’

Deon: ’So? How many do you need?’

Kier: more than a few. I want to have several in the fridge.’

Deon: ’Why?’

Kier: ’So that we have a stock of them.’
Deon: ’Why?’

Kier: ’So that we don’t run out"
Margret: ’What would happen if we ran out?’

Kier: ’I’d have to go to town. I have to get other things too.’

Deon: ’What things?’

Kier: ’What the hell does it matter? Why can’t I go to town if I want to, for God’s sake?’

Deon: ’Why are you being secretive? What are you up to?’

Kier: ’I’m not up to anything.’

Deon: ’Yes you are.’
Kier: ’Like what?’

Deon: ’I don’t know.’

Kier: ’Because there isn’t anything.’

Deon: ’Yes there is - I can tell.’

Kier: ’There isn’t.’
Deon: ’You liar.’

Kier: ’You woman.’

Deon: ’Tell me.’

Kier: ’Stop’

Deon: ’Tell me.’

Kier: ’I...’

Deon: ’Tell me.’

Kier: "I just forgot"

Deon: "No you didn’t"

Kier: "No I really did…damn"


"Do my boobs look bigger to you?" Deon asks while watchint TV completly random.

"Uhh… I don’t know "What do they normally look like?"

"Oh come on, I know you’ve had to have looked at them before."

"Have not!"

"Please, you’re a guy. It’s what you’re supposed to do."

"Okay, so I have,"

"Well thank you for being honest... Now seriously, do they look bigger to you?"

"I’ll feel like a pervert if I stare at your chest" .

"This is the one time I’m giving you permission to look at my boobs, so just do it."

::glancing:::

"So?"

"Yeah they sort of do. Why did you want to know?"

"I don’t know. They just felt so… huge. If you think they look bigger, too then at least I’m not crazy,"

"Do boobs just magically get bigger within days, though?"

"No… I don’t think so. Unless you’re Lindsay Lohan that is."

"Hmm… maybe you’re going to get your period soon."

"Probably. I tend to get a little bloated,"

"I’m just happy I’m not a girl, There’s way too much work involved. Plus you’re very confusing creatures."

"I prefer the word complex, thank you,"

"Okay, you’re very complex creatures."


Driving:

Deon: Do those rocks really fall?

Kier: Huh?

Deon: The Sign says Fallen Rock

Kier: and...?

Deon: Fallen rock so does that mean they are falling?

Kier: No! That’s the name of the town dipshit

Deon: Shut up you dush bag don’t make me get your dog do the heavywork

Kier: Don’t bring my dog into this, your just mad because he humped your leg
on second though you probably enjoyed it!

Deon: Let’s just say i enjoyed it more than you

Kier: How the fuck would you Know you prude

Deon: I have my sources

Kier: Like what?

Deon: Amanda

Kier: Ugh God, no

Deon: Because you love amanda so much

Kier: Deon don’t start please not today,

Deon: Why not kier i thought you enjoyed it?

Kier: I would enjoy if you shut up!

Deon: I guess your not going to be enjoying much than huh

Kier: I have enjoyed much of anything for three years

Deon: Three and a half

Kier: Okay three, three in a half...why does it matter

Deon: It’s just does

Kier: Why?

Deon: Because that’s a long time to stand up with you, i can go i have been with this dickwad
for three and a half years

Kier: Oh so now your going to post a "for sale by owner sign"

Deon: Who knows maybe i already did

Kier: That explains it...

Deon: What?!

Kier: Oh what’s that D, Concerned are you? for this "dickwad"

Deon: No i just would like to make some money off of this whole deal

Kier: I’m not a corner street hooker

Deon: Yes you are

Kier: How did you know?

Deon: where do you think i found you

Kier: in a classy strip club?

Deon: Depends what you call classy







Kier: Deon you need to get rich

Deon: Why’s that

Kier: so i can take half from you

Deon: I’ve been wishing for the same thing for you and look,




Kier: What’s my most annoying habit?

Deon: I can’t just pick just one...

Kier: Oh your mean...hmph

Deon: aww i love you, you look so cute when your frustrated, upset mad, anxious ECT,

Kier: Oh i’m glad you enjoy the full prosperity of my gloom!

Deon: Kier can you buy me some tampons

Kier: Why didn’t you get them when i asked you to

Deon: I forgot

Kier: Of course you did

Deon: Can you please

Kier: Everytime i go in there that indian dude goes "Dos fo’ you"

Deon: Just say you have a nose bleed

Kier: Oh yeah i just get these random nose bleeds where my body drains of all of it’s blood
i just do that sometime it’s normal

Deon: Kier i’m not asking you to bring him the used tampon just get them,

Kier: Ugh god deon stop

Deon: Menstrual blood flowing out of the...

Kier: Okay Okay i’ll get them god damn as long as you stop your going to make me turn gay

Deon: You mean your not?


Kier: I hate that doctors god damn

Deon: Why?

Kier: The fucking plants in the waiting room died, that’s a great message isn’t it?

Deon: Maybe they just forgot to water them

Kier: What if they forget something else?

Deon: When did you become such a little bitch

Kier: Since i’ve been with you it’s quite contagious i bet Frankie wouldn’t be nearly as gay.

Deon: I don’t even consider Frankie gay just a girl.

Kier: With a penis?

Deon: Hey you never know

Kier: How many girls do you know with Penises

Deon: Your mother

Kier: My mother’s dead so what now HAH!

Deon: Yeah she had to squeeze your big ass head out

Kier: Don’t be jealous

Deon: Of what?

Kier: that when i shine a flash light threw one of my ears you can see the light threw
the other side.