Post by ingrid on May 29, 2011 18:01:11 GMT -5
[/i]caitlin, ash stymest, visitor
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[/i] weston navarro james.full name,
nicknames, [/i] wes, west.
birthday, [/i] 10/31/88.
hometown, [/i] kent, england.
--- my mother thinks i am...[/i][/color]
"a piece of shit, worthless, a cocksucker, a disappointment. anything that makes a person think and do the worst things, really, that's what weston is. i knew from the moment he was born that he'd be exactly like his father, that stupid fucker. as he got older, it was hard to even look at my son, much less want to be around him. the two had the same features, mannerisms, the same everything. the only thing of mine he got is my laugh, but that's the only thing connecting me to that little arsehole. fortunately for me, since i've been jailed, i haven't spoken or seen the boy. good riddance, i'd say. i offed his father, he should be thanking me. but no, the two were inseparable, they were. if i had any sense left in me, i would have killed them both! weston wasn't a cheating, alcoholic, abusive guitar playing bastard though. maybe that's his redeeming quality, something he didn't learn from his father... but i could be wrong. he'll end up just like davey, like father, like son."
--- at school they always used to say...[/i][/color]
"weston was a different boy, and i can't remember a day where he wasn't causing some sort of trouble. of course, being in a musician type tour atmosphere did not help his studies one bit, and he was intent on proving himself to his father. his family life definitely had influence over the way he behaved, and his studies suffered because of he life he was raised in. getting him to sit down and focus for an hour was like pulling teeth. he was a sweet boy with good intentions, he just didn't know right from wrong, and that mother of his was no help when it came to disciplining him or raising him for that matter. by the time his schooling came to an end, i had formed some sort of bond with weston, if you could call it that. during his teen years he tried harder than he had when he was younger, but it still wasn't enough. then with the death of his father, school was altogether a foreign subject to him. it was in my best interest to quit all together and leave him to his own devices. it was a difficult decision, but it was for the best."
--- my best friend claims i'm...[/i][/color]
"a fucking riot, man. wes knows all the best places to score blow, to party all night long, and the women, man. the women just love weston james. i don't know if it's the rocker blood in him or if he really does spit a lot of slick game. we've been blokes for a long time, and we've been through some shit, let me tell you. the hardest part was the death of his dad, and he still hasn't recovered. i told him to stop taking those vacations to new york he and his family took when his dad was alive, but he doesn't listen. he told me once it was like he was still alive and as if nothing ever happened. as if his mother never murdered his father. the dude's screwed up in the head, but who could blame him? life's dealt him a shitty set of cards, and it expects him to play the hand he's dealt. even if he's a little whacked, he's still a good guy. most of the time."
--- my ex is biased, but...[/i][/color]
"oh god, weston james. he's the boy your mother warns you about. he's the boy who'll make your panties drop faster than that song by lmfao. there's not much to say, really. we had a thing, it was fun while it lasted, and that was that. we did drugs, fucked, and had a good time. the two of us didn't make a big thing out of it, and when we broke up it was a mutual thing. we were on two different roads and decided if they should ever meet again, we'd still have fun, together or not."
--- i've always thought of myself as...[/i][/color]
"i'm all right. i never thought highly of myself, and i don't really like talking about who i am. i'm still figuring that part out."
all in all, i am... [/i] fearless, reckless, unsympathetic, lost, and blunt.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub][/font]