I feel like telling a story

GoRuck

oh wait...

I'v never actually told that whole story. it's actually a great fucking story to write out entirely, but I'm not gonna annoy the fuck outta NS anymore about it.

kicked outta your house? why?

This.
I actually want to hear this.

runnin from the police

lost your keys

worst pain youve been in while taking a poop

meh why not, its a pretty short story anyway. it's not the first time it's happened though.



So Yesterday was like any other average day for me, I went to school and worked hard in class and fucked around with teachers; basically had a good time.

the time came for me to go home from school, whatever, and when I got home nobody was home-which is not out of the ordinary. so of course I just made myself some chicken breasts and whey protein because I'm trying to gain weight. la di da I'm making food and watching jerry springer, when my mom and brother come in the house screaming at each other for some stupid reason, which is pretty normal. they keep going at it for awhile and at this point I'm just laying on the couch minding my own business, writing a paper for AP lang. at one point they pause for a few seconds, so I say (without even looking up from my paper) "Can you guys please stop arguing? we are gonna have to pull together for this move and this isn't exactly helping".

out of nowhere my mom stands up and bursts out
"IF YOU DON'T LIKE CONTROVERSY, WHY DON'T YOU GO LIVE IN FUCKING UNICORN LAND"

to be honest, I was pretty stunned. I mean my parents have made a few jabs at my homosexuality before, but it still hurts like a bitch. I just went up to my room to continue writing, and listening to music.

a couple hours went past and I just stayed in my room trying to avoid getting into any shit, so I was just working on miscellaneous art projects, listening to music, or whatever I could do to occupy myself. I was just minding my own business when my dad bursts in and starts going on about "How DARE you threaten your mother?!"

I was in shock. I had no fucking idea what he was talking about, yet he kept telling me about how my mother was scared I was going to attack her and that I had "grabbed her".

I tried to explain to him that I had been in my room for the past couple hours but he immediately rebutted that "Why would your mother lie about that?", which in all honesty was an excellent point.

things kept arguing and my mom was screaming and yelling, and they kept telling me shit like "I KNEW the fag would be trouble" and kept telling me to get the fuck out. I just went to my room and grabbed the bag of clothes and shit I keep in my closet just in case, and walked out the front door barefoot (I had a pair of shoes in my bag). I called up a buddy that lives close and he snuck me into his basement so I could sleep there for the night.


that night and all today I got in contact with a buddy of mine from the GoRuck challenge, and he volunteered to let me stay in his guest bedroom, which was recently re done after his and his wifes bedroom (he's 33 I think?). I'm staying here for tonight and tomorrow, and will head home sunday because by then shit will probably have cooled down, and I'll just walk up to my room like nothing happened.



it sounds probably a lot worse than it is, and maybe it is that bad, but I'm ok with it. its just the way shit happens some times, and you have to make it work for you.

the positives of this?
-I'm going to be a lot stronger of a person, and more independent than the average 16 year old.
-I'm blessed to have A family like the GoRuck community to look out for me
-traveling isn't to bad
-nice workout tomorrow with some of the guys!

sucks man, hopefully better days are ahead

if you ever need a place to stay, you are more then welcome here

hey, i live in dc. If you wanna blaze pm me.

today's my birthday, and i want to hear about how you found ns.

So me and the boys were just skating downtown, filming for a local's only video. It was pretty late (I'd say around midnight? maybe later), and we had the generators set up at the city hall 10 stair. I was skating the hubba, my buddy was trying a nollie tre down the set, and there was a dozen or so other guys just there. It was a pretty gnarly sesh, with huge slams going down but the atmosphere was full of motivation so we kept getting back up and hucking it down the set, all in the name of a 4 second clip of video.

the session was going for a solid hour, and it was amazing. people were cheering and shit was going DOWN. suddenly, 3 squad cars were completely fucking surrounding the entire building, like some shit straight out of a movie. to be honest, I was in shock at first. there was an awkward moment of everybody stopped and just looked around at eachother wondering what to do, all the while the cops were getting out of there car to come get us.


there was a pretty unanimous decision between most of the group, and everybody just BOOKED off in different directions minus a few who had shit laid out and the owners of the generators.

lucky for them, the cop's left them and started following the people who tried to run. the problem for them, was that there was only 3 squad cars, and many of us; all of which going in complete opposite directions.

you know those shitty movies where they are all "every man for himself?" and people just run and it looks all epic or whatever? that's basically exactly what happened. Thankfully we were at the TOP of the city and there were hills to bomb every five seconds that you had to cross over a lane divider (in no way cross-able by a car), which everybody ran towards and took a different route.

we ended up bombing hills and hiding in like parking garages and shit, climbing to the tops and watching the cops drive around looking for us. we did this for about an hour or so, all keep together in texting and calling, trying not to burst out laughing at the fact that we can NOT believe we just got away from a flock of cops.


eventually we meet up again, and walked the mile or so back up to our cars, that were actually parked outside city hall (thankfully the cops didn't know they were ares) and ended up just all driving back to one persons house that was still in downtown, and crashing there and just sleeping in and going to the local park the next day.

don't smoke brudda. I'll probably just take advantage of the situation and hang out at GoRuck HQ.

and the story of how I found NS is as simple as looking up tall tee's back in the day.

Please, please stop weaving some element of the GoRuck Challenge into every story and every post. It really isn't that cool. We really don't care. You're making it sound gay (double meaning).

I'm staying at the guy's house, how would I leave that out of the story? lol

You're pretty good at telling stories. That sucks what happened with your parents.

whats go ruck?

if your still tellin stories....
gnarliest food

If you are good a writing then you should write a letter to your parents. they sound like terrible people so only try it if you think there is any reasoning with them.

Man your mom sounds like a complete bitch

i would have completely lost my shit at both my parents if i was in your situation.

I'v never really had any bad expierences with food, I'v eaten pretty much everything/anything and it doesn't really phase me at all.

sucks man. shit happens to me all the time. my parents are usually pretty reasonable but every now and then theyll just fly off the handle

I lold at this, and then realized it was your parents saying it so it lost most of its funny. Good luck to you and hopefully everything works out for the best.