i am known to some people as Acid Drop, Troop, or just plain Max.
i like to write and sing. I play any kind of gutair, just give it to me and i'll have a song done in 20 minutes. i draw..sorta. i can't draw furries only people or thing that are still enough. i have very good friends only one that is close. i havent talked to her in almost forever but i miss her.
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whoopsposted Feb 6th 2006, 9:27PM
Mood: Blank
Music: soul meets body- Plans
hey guys soorry i forgot all about this account and ive been hurt. i got in a car wreak with my dad in olkahoma from ,my grandmothar's funneral. i brused two lower ribs and broke my leg and arm on my rightside. they called my mom back in lufkin,tx,. they couldnt find a heartbeat so they thought i was dead. she called everyone we knew. right after they got me in the abulance (spelling?) they got a heartbeat going. so i did die, for about 2 minutes. i cant believe that. i thought i just blacked out. Rebecca,Brandon,sarah,josh,their mother and my mothar along with lots of other family members came all the way to oklahoma to see me. although half of them only got to see me Rebecca and her brothers and sister didnt see me. i didnt really waqnted them to see ,me anyways. i was all messed up. well a week later i got back home and i could hop around in and out of my wheelchair, rebecca came out of no where and h ugged me. she was crying, and for some of you who has not seen my picture of my guessing of rebecca, she NEVER cries. that tore me up inside me. that wasnt right.
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