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bennystone · 09-16-2005, 11:22 PM

Not entirely sure how to use this forum yet, but this seems like it'll do the trick.

Since I've just joined now, I'm likely to be the newest member of this here forum.
I've never used an online forum thing before, but it seems like a really good idea.

I was going to ask if there is a place to post my own written works as I bleed my creative self dry, and then I noticed Tilted Literature, so I can only assume I've already found my niche. I'll be sure to explore the rest though.

This was supposed to be an Introduction I believe, so here goes. You can call me either benny or stone, or ben or stoner, or veneno mortal or stoned. All pretty much apply pretty much all of the time. I hail from a small town called Cardiff by the Sea, which is located in Northern San Diego County. It happens to be one of the more beautiful and quaint places to grace the surface of this earth. Most of Cardiff's residents are rich or lucky, I am far from both.

I work in a small pizza place right behind a bar. There are four employees, two of which are the owners. Going to work is like traveling to Boston. So much so, that I've started wearing Red Sox gear to work. If the Sox game isn't on the tv, it's on the satellite radio. If the Sox lose, I get a demotion. If they win, I get a bonus. The only reason I usually make rent is because they're having a good season.

At work, I've mastered the art of making pizza piess, but my true job is delivery. I didn't take my job seriously until one night, I brought 3 pies to a raging party in Leucadia. Ever since that fateful night, I realized that pizza delivery was a blessing. Now I make it my duty to crash every party that occurs in a 3 mile radius from my work.

I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none. At 19, I've traveled to 4 countries and 40 states. My preferred language is English, but my Spanish gets better every day.

I drive a 1983 Oldsmobile Cutlass Brougham. The hood, grill, and side-front panels are red where the rest of the car is black. This is because the first, and only other, owner nailed a deer going 50 mph. The mpg is awful, and it's aggressively ugly, but I've added some character to it. Two sizeable horns protrude from the bare-boned skull that adorns the grill of my car. People frequently ask me if I'm from Texas. I'm not, by the way, just a very sick individual. The rear is slathered in bumper stickers advocating beer, spirits, liquor, and fornication. The CD player that I have installed is not half bad either.

Other than my looks, I'm nothing special. Beautiful? Yes. Sextastic? Yes. Interesting? Not so much. I can't even say I've kept my looks up that well since I haven't had a photo shoot in nearly 5 months now.

I'm learning guitar, but every time I practice my neighbor calls the cops because he thinks that someone is killing a cat somewhere. I don't let that get to me.

I play about every sport imaginable, but none very well. Tennis twice a week, beach volleyball once a week, basketball thrice a week, boogieboarding/surfing/bodysurfing thrice a week, softball once a week, weightlifting five times a week, rugby once a month, ultimate frisbee twice a month if i can.
I'm best at tennis, but since I only play against one guy who is phenomenally good I haven't ever won a game. But I make him work for that win, dammit!

At this point, I'm sure you can only possibly be thinking one thing. How could one person possibly talk about themself for such a long period of time. Perhaps it's because I talk about other people all day long. Perhaps it's because I am insufferably long-winded. Or perhaps I'm just incredibly arrogant. Actually it's all three.

And that concludes the longest introduction to TFP you've likely ever suffered. Look for my works in the Tilted Literature Forum if you're into very dark, strange, and demented fiction.

Benny

09-16-2005, 11:22 PM	#3626 (permalink)
bennystone Upright Location: north san diego county	Meet me. Not entirely sure how to use this forum yet, but this seems like it'll do the trick. Since I've just joined now, I'm likely to be the newest member of this here forum. I've never used an online forum thing before, but it seems like a really good idea. I was going to ask if there is a place to post my own written works as I bleed my creative self dry, and then I noticed Tilted Literature, so I can only assume I've already found my niche. I'll be sure to explore the rest though. This was supposed to be an Introduction I believe, so here goes. You can call me either benny or stone, or ben or stoner, or veneno mortal or stoned. All pretty much apply pretty much all of the time. I hail from a small town called Cardiff by the Sea, which is located in Northern San Diego County. It happens to be one of the more beautiful and quaint places to grace the surface of this earth. Most of Cardiff's residents are rich or lucky, I am far from both. I work in a small pizza place right behind a bar. There are four employees, two of which are the owners. Going to work is like traveling to Boston. So much so, that I've started wearing Red Sox gear to work. If the Sox game isn't on the tv, it's on the satellite radio. If the Sox lose, I get a demotion. If they win, I get a bonus. The only reason I usually make rent is because they're having a good season. At work, I've mastered the art of making pizza piess, but my true job is delivery. I didn't take my job seriously until one night, I brought 3 pies to a raging party in Leucadia. Ever since that fateful night, I realized that pizza delivery was a blessing. Now I make it my duty to crash every party that occurs in a 3 mile radius from my work. I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none. At 19, I've traveled to 4 countries and 40 states. My preferred language is English, but my Spanish gets better every day. I drive a 1983 Oldsmobile Cutlass Brougham. The hood, grill, and side-front panels are red where the rest of the car is black. This is because the first, and only other, owner nailed a deer going 50 mph. The mpg is awful, and it's aggressively ugly, but I've added some character to it. Two sizeable horns protrude from the bare-boned skull that adorns the grill of my car. People frequently ask me if I'm from Texas. I'm not, by the way, just a very sick individual. The rear is slathered in bumper stickers advocating beer, spirits, liquor, and fornication. The CD player that I have installed is not half bad either. Other than my looks, I'm nothing special. Beautiful? Yes. Sextastic? Yes. Interesting? Not so much. I can't even say I've kept my looks up that well since I haven't had a photo shoot in nearly 5 months now. I'm learning guitar, but every time I practice my neighbor calls the cops because he thinks that someone is killing a cat somewhere. I don't let that get to me. I play about every sport imaginable, but none very well. Tennis twice a week, beach volleyball once a week, basketball thrice a week, boogieboarding/surfing/bodysurfing thrice a week, softball once a week, weightlifting five times a week, rugby once a month, ultimate frisbee twice a month if i can. I'm best at tennis, but since I only play against one guy who is phenomenally good I haven't ever won a game. But I make him work for that win, dammit! At this point, I'm sure you can only possibly be thinking one thing. How could one person possibly talk about themself for such a long period of time. Perhaps it's because I talk about other people all day long. Perhaps it's because I am insufferably long-winded. Or perhaps I'm just incredibly arrogant. Actually it's all three. And that concludes the longest introduction to TFP you've likely ever suffered. Look for my works in the Tilted Literature Forum if you're into very dark, strange, and demented fiction. Benny __________________ "In this world of uncertainty there's one thing you can be sure of and that is that you can never be sure of anything."