Foreward

"Venge is my dream of a hero and his quest for love. And in this dream I have to do things that scare me.

I am MidKnight, and these are my Knightmares. "

-Sunday, December 13, 2009


Monday, November 8, 2010

Social Murder and the Rantings of the Victim

Most common quote from parent/teacher conferences with regards to myself, "Dave is a smart kid, he just needs to apply himself."

What a lame cop-out. So you recognise my ability to solve problems and retain information, but you don't know how to keep my focus? You don't know how I can apply those skills? What? There is really only one way to discern any level of intelligence (smarts). And that is with tests or quizzes. So then, I did well enough in the tests to determine that I retained info, but didn't do well enough. But, then to state that I just need to apply myself means that the questions I missed were simple?

I repeatedly did so well with artistic projects in school that I was tested to join the Gifted and Talented program. I failed that test. I'm not sure how they score it, but it must have been pass/fail. Otherwise the "talented administrators" did not agree with my peers in the general populace of the learning institution.

The one year I tried out for a sport was 9th grade football. I weighed in to be just light enough to be a big guy on the lightweight team or the lightest guy on the heavyweight team.

I was born one day after I was due.

I am afraid that I will always be a big fish in a little pond or drown in a big pond. A day late, a dollar short. Too little, too late.


Poor me. Sh*t hasn't gone my way. I talk like I'm the only one who has problems. People starving, people without homes. At least I am able to eat Ramen noodles to survive and rent week-to-week, what do I have to complain about? I have a job, I have a car. A job where I only get to keep a quarter of what I earn. A car that is unlawful for me to drive.

I stand proudly with my hands behind my back, head held high, waiting for the floor to fall away from me. If I am lucky, a 'crack' will be the last thing I hear.

Until that time, the rope will chafe a bit on my neck.