Potpourri Saturdays: Burning Ramen Noodles, Clarification of My Wording, and English Fusion
I will never forget the time I burned some ramen noodles. It was 2006, and I was fiending for some chicken flavoured ramen noodles. I forgot that I had the pan on regulo 3 and I went to play the Xbox. Back then, we didn’t care if we had a Xbox or an Xbox 360, just as long as it got the job done of keeping us out of trouble. That scarred me for life. So, when I was in Jacob’s Ladder, I was telling the man who was teaching my class, Mr Boling, that I need to get some information about this little place called “Community Culinary of Charlotte”, since it has reciprocity with them. He asked “why?”, and so I told him “Because I am tired of burning ramen noodles and depending on Burger King and McDonalds for some nosh. So, I finally got my printer working yesterday before going to class, and I went to fill out the application and they ask you the normal questions that they would ask any person, like “how many children you have”, “Have you been to gaol before” and “are you in a drug rehab”. Hell, they even asked for the name and number for my PO. So, I went ahead and furnished that information for them. And you know what? I should have dropped off my application while I was at the Home Economist Market, because that is on the same side of town. Oh well, what’s done is done. I will call them Monday and see if they are open.
Someone read my blog and asked me on the bus about my “raping sex offenders” bit on the last Potpourri Saturdays post. So, I told her frankly, “I believe that the children are the future and I am dedicated to preserving the future. By raping the rapists, child molesters, and abductors, they will get their just desserts, because there is nothing the victims want more, than to have some sort of closure. If I find out that there is a rapist, child molesters or an abductor in my midst, I will let them pass by. I will still be able to have a cavalier relationship with them, but they are gonna be my bitch, especially if I find that they glaze me like a Cinnabon like the last 2 motherfuckers. I am looking for those two, and waiting for them to fuck up. And for the girl who asked me about the “raping sex offenders” bit, I stand by what I said. If the police gets ahold of this, I will tell them that when you have sex offenders who are in heat, and bisexual men who are in heat 24 hours a day, guess what’ll happen? Some men are gonna be pissy bitches. So, this isn’t clarification, because I meant every single thing I said about that.
This is something that irks people to the core, but I can’t help it. Simply because of my autistic mindset and going through speech therapy. To me, English Fusion is a mix up of American, Canadian, English and Scottish English. Hell, my computer is set to Australian English, which is a mix up from other English dialects. For example, I told a male PO at the probation office that “I needed to intermit for a drink of water and a fag.” He said “What?” I said, “A fag is a cigarette.” Same holds truth with the class that I am in; one guy asked me what is a “straight” after I told the teacher that I needed to have a fag. Well, a “straight” is, well… a straight. I would appreciate it if he doesn’t act homophobic while in the most LGBT populated ZIP code while I am in his presence. Also, it irks my teacher when I asked to be moved from Central to West, because I hate being near a creche. He asked me “What’s a creche?” I told him “A creche is a daycare.” I call a couch a chesterfield, food nosh and money dosh. Well, I need both some nosh and some dosh before having to endure a man who speaks broken English and screaming kids in a nearby creche on Tuesday.
Potpourri Saturdays: Darius Ridenour, Fucked Up Eating Habits, and Letters of Explanation
As you have seen on the news (to those who watch WBTV Channel 3), I have an alias (or alter-ego) that I use when I leave from my probation-coerced duties of attending classes at Jacob’s Ladder. Here are some of the main differences between me (Lamarr) and my alter-ego (Darius): I’m 21. Darius is 19. I am a misdemeanant and caught my first charge in March of 2011. Darius is a convicted felon and caught his first charges in December 2011. I am 240lbs and 5’11”. Darius is 275lbs and 6’2”. We both share the same views on many of the things, but the thing is Darius will act on them, and I will wait for a minute and weigh out the reactions. Things like raping sex offenders, being against communism, against divorces, for same sex marriages, for the death penalty only for convicted paedophiles, and against building Wal-Mart Supercentre in Uptown Charlotte. We are both democrats, and we both like to have our own house, so we can run around the house asshole naked. We both try and stick to our own Operation Sexy branches. Darius wanna lose 125lbs, and I wanna lose 90lbs. Speaking of which, we both stick to Dr Oz’s 35lb rule. Now, if you think I am talking about my boyfriend, think again. If my boyfriend don’t act right, and fast, I am kicking his ass to the kerb. Anyhoo, I am talking about my alter-ego. My alter-ego has been hard and I have been semi-hard, because if someone calls him a faggot, he will drop everything and fuck their ass up. I tell you, if someone else calls me a faggot, Darius will come out, because Darius or I will never take that again. Regardless of what our respective probation officers say, we got to do what we gotta do. As long as Darius finishes anger management and Jacob’s Ladder (at the west campus), and I finish Jacob’s Ladder at their main campus, we will stay on our high graces. But to whoever calls me a faggot, they better have the Lloyd’s of London on speed dial after I graduate from Jacob’s Ladder.
Weekends are usually my day to pig out, because when I get finished doing whatever I am doing on the weekdays, I be completely pooped out to even think of eating a complete, or completely balanced dinner. Like for instance, on Mondays and Wednesdays, coming home from Time Out Youth, I get home at around 2230 and I at least see what my mum cooked, and then I make the determination on whether or not I will pass on it. Foods like meatloaf and Salisbury steaks, is foods that I automatically pass on, because I cannot eat that. For some reason, my stomach cannot digest it like I used to. I know eating little or not eating at all is detrimental to Operation Sexy, to the same degree if I eat my family out of house and home. Sometimes, breakfast is the only meal I eat. Sometimes, it’s lunch. To help save myself from the trouble of not eating at all, I will try and carry something for me to eat everywhere I go, because this may make me even bigger. I don’t want that to happen.
Going back to my lessons at Jacob’s Ladder, as you know, I have had a couple of bouts with the law. Well, 7 bouts… 2 restraining orders, 2 restraining order violations, 1 stalking summons, a communicating threats warrant, and a disorderly conduct charge. So, when the teacher gave the class back our background checks, in which I was all for, because I didn’t know what all my charges were, I was appalled that the disorderly conduct (at the terminal) charge wasn’t dropped yet. What I think happened was I have to pay all my court costs, get off of supervised probation and then get a transcript of what the judge said, because the courts are giving Yungie the run-around. So, I have to make a letter of explanation to go in my job search portfolio. It’s just a jerry-baked version of what you would say if you was actually sorry about what happened. I kid you not, I was apologetic at first, but since he tried to play a silly ass stunt like that again, I put my apologetic pot on the back burner. But, I typed it up, because it actually came from a professional, because if I was to make it, it would be more of a blame game. He blames me for giving him a heart attack, and I blame him for sending me to gaol WHILE I HAD BLOODY STREP! Going to gaol while having strep is not fun, getting let out 6 hours later is no fun either. I have this crazy feeling that I am gonna have to have a talk with either my teacher or one of the counsellors… after I do a check on their background.
13 December 2011-Family and Joyously Breaking News
First of all, how do you like my new font? Someone was complaining that my font was varied in size and not too neat. Also, this is being simulcast straight from my phone. Today started normally, with my regular wake up time being 10:15. That is one thing I will have to change. I will tell you later. I turned it on to some white person singing on Dr Phil. Someone I don’t know, and I am usually the first to know about the country genre, since my music preferences is very generalised. I think it is someone who is unsigned hype. I saw Robin McGraw all snuggled up on Dr Phil like they were ready to get it on in the studio. Now, I am not usually good for watching Dr Phil, because I would rather watch the Family Feud before it comes on at 18:00. That is the good thing about Charlotte TV. You can watch shows before their original airtime. Just like watching Jeremy Kyle at 11:00 instead of 15:00. I would rather watch it at that time, because I usually have to get the children off the school bus; because we live in a neighbourhood with about 25 paedophiles living within our confines. My mum want me to get them because I don’t take shit from people like I used to. Don’t worry, this story coincides with the next one. So, at around 12:00, I hear the Hoover going. It was my grandma Hoovering the floor. So, I told her that I was gonna Hoover when I get some clothes on; I just got out the shower. At around 13:00, I see our cousin pull up, and I hear her voice. I was about to get off to the latest of gay porn; there was this sexy ass nigga jacking off in an abandoned mall. I might have to stake out Northlake and see what the hell is going on sexy nigga-wise. Now, I know if I get caught doing anything, I could be in gaol for 6 months for a probation violation. So I have to be cognisant of it. Anyways, I get some clothes on, and I go out and say hey to my cousin. She lives in West Charlotte. She said the words that I have heard every time someone comes to the flat, “I was just in the neighbourhood.” Now, it all depends what you are in the neighbourhood for. Cheap gas? Cheaper loosies? Well hell, that is good. My mum was watching The Chew, this boring ass show that comes on in lieu of All My Children on ABC. We were talking about cars, phones, asthma, and computers. I asked her if she was in the market for selling her car, and she said that she was not in the market for selling her car, because the transmission is nearly shot, and the car rattles and shakes. I asked her was she in the market for getting a new phone, and she told me that her phone has been giving her problems since the day she got the damn thing. Same holds truth to my damn thing. I tried doing this very diary entry and the bloody phone forced closed on me. Thank God I saved this as a draft. I am gonna continue now. I told her that she could get another phone, an Android for $150 with Straight Talk. Now, she don’t know about Androids and BlackBerrys, or anything like that. Then, she was talking about how she started back smoking. She told me how she has bronchitis, and how they think it is asthma. My mother told her that I have asthma. I know have asthma, but my smoking doesn’t affect it much. Then we started talking about tablets and iPods, and shit like that. I told her that I would put music on her iPod should she ever get an iPod, and no sooner that I said that, my phone started to ring. For everyone that calls my phone “All The Things (Your Man Won’t Do)” by Joe plays.
“I light up all the candles all around, show me to the subway, I’ll go down, nothing can be sweeter than the sound of making love.” I find out it is the people I had a meeting with on Wednesday. The moderator dialled me back. I know he said a reasonable timeframe, but I didn’t mean that bloody reasonable. I ain’t complaining though. So, I left the room and I took the call. A smile came onto my face, after the man said “ We have made the decision to approve your appeal on a probationary status.” After he told me the caveats of my appeal, he hung up the phone after wishing me a happy Christmas and I let out a loud squeal. My neighbours didn’t come out, but my mum said “What the hell is wrong?” I told her what the man said and she told me that once I get back to my regular life, I was not about to stay out all night long nor will I converse with my ex. I will get up with that girl I met at the courthouse. I will keep you posted, and always look at the “Things Occurring” side of the blog. I will have to overhaul my entire schedule.
Having To Go To The Emergency Room… Again
As you may know already from the blog posting “Risperdal or Abilify”, I am on a prescription called Abilify. Now, before you get all in a tizzy thinking something is going wrong with me, I must tell you that I am only out of Cogentin. Thank God I can have a one month supply before I have to go to the Mental Health Emergency Room, because the first time I went to that Godforsaken hellhole, I got there at 16:00 and left around 23:45. Now, as you may know, I don’t trust going into Grierton for anything after dark. That is the reason why I am gonna hold off on going to the ER until I really need my Cogentin. The last time I went to the emergency room, I was showing symptoms of tardive dyskinesia. The ER doctor pawned it off on something else, but I know it was tardive dyskinesia. It was bad enough that my regular psychiatrist is using me as a test dummy for the latest pills, but I am not gonna have that happen anymore. I will tell him, I want a pill that makes me lose weight instead of gain weight. Better yet, I will tell him that I am very satisfied with Abilify. It has not caused as much of a weight gain, and I am happy that the pill has not given me anything more disturbing like hyposexuality, or even diabetes. My life thrives on food and sex, and if both of them are hindered in anyway, I will tell them that I stopped taking the medicine as prescribed. Hell, the cost of Abilify for someone without any money in their pocket is too much. $3 adds up every time you run out of medicine. Especially if you are on 7 different medicines. I am on 2 medicines for Asperger Syndrome, 2 inhalers for asthma, an blood pressure pill, an NSAID, and a allergy nasal spray. I only take Abilify during the nights, to keep me at bay at night, because I tend to blog in a blood fuelled rage. That stops it altogether, only on two caveats. I don’t drink any caffeine 6 hours before I sleep and drink water with the pill. I rely on caffeine to get me during the day.
Now, the reason why I don’t like going into Grierton after dark, is because mainly because of two reasons. My ex got raped in Grierton,and because the closest open police station is the Providence Division. Say what? Grierton is served by the Providence Division. That is until I found out the close proximity to the Providence Division office is. Now, I was gonna be very mad if it was somewhere on Providence Road, because of how far the locale is from Grierton. Now, I fell a little safer, but only a little safer. Because there is not a police officer actively patrolling Grierton, so there could be anything happening. Then there is the domestic arrangements of where I will be located. I will be in a perpetual ghetto and a loony bin. Now, the actual word for it is crisis stabilisation, but they are boosting people’s heads in. I will hope that Carolinas Healthcare System is approved to build a crisis stabilisation centre in Huntersville, because even though it is an inconvenience for me, it is safer.
Being Stared At
Since being ambushed and gaoled at the Transit back in December, I learned to see why people are staring at me or my associates. So, yesterday, I had to go to CVS, and Family Dollar for some toiletries and pop. So, after getting some Q-tips and pop at the CVS, I walked up to the Family Dollar adjacent to CVS. Since the Rite-Aide left the area, that is the closest pharmacy to the house, and so I said “Let’s kill two birds with one stone. There is a Family Dollar right here within walking distance.” So, from the time I opened the door to Family Dollar to the time I leave the store, there was this old man, in a striped plaid shirt and some Rocawear jeans, ogling at me. I think he wanted me to mumble to myself to say “He’s cute” or some shit like that. Well, hon, he was not cute. Staring at people is not cute. My main question was “was he looking at my attire, or my ass?” Well, my attire isn’t as good as you think it would be. Usually, I go to the store wearing plaid pyjamas and a orange pullover hoodie. I don’t think he was looking at my attire, because he didn’t dress his age. He had grey hairs all over the place, so I would presume that he is about 45 or 50. All I know, is if I show up on something like The People of Wal-Mart, I know whose arse to kick. It says in my phone manual “Do not take pictures or video without consent from who you are filming.”
I am gonna tell you this beforehand, you can stay in your little Mitsubishi and leave me the hell alone, because my ass is off limits to the masses. When I get my accoutrements to the front for checkout, I can see that he got into a Mitsubishi Galant, and waited a couple of minutes before pulling off. I stayed in that store until he left, because I don’t know whether or not he is a sex offender. I have said this once before and I will say it again, “I will never commingle about with a sex offender. So, don’t waste your time.” This is for my safety and your freedom. I know, I am being stereotypical, but I got to think logically about it. They are on the sex offender registry for a reason. I will look him up; I never forget a face. Staring at me like that. Do you think I was stealing? The audacity! Thinking I would steal anything from Family Dollar. It is like stealing something from the Wal-Mart. Two stores I rely on. I checked his credentials by face, and nothing shows up.
This isn’t the first time that this has happened. One time, I had to go to Family Dollar right at 5 minutes before the store closed, and what happened was this old bitch in an (older model) Mercedes Benz, she looked at me like I was crazy, smoking a cigarette next to the water purification system at the store. Comes to find out, when she gets into the store, she asks the general manager to walk her out to her car. She thought I wanted to rob her! If I was to see the lady, I would tell her that I have the best interest of the masses at heart. I am not a robber, a killer or stealer. I am a regular 21 year old, with one blemish on his record. The only thing I have on my mind is cute women and men, money and getting a car—the legal way, that is. So, do stop staring. My question is “Who the fuck in their right mind would wanna steal a 90’s model Mercedes Benz?” The bloody thing isn’t even a Kompressor! Well, maybe someone in a crack addicted rage would. You can rule me out because I don’t smoke weed or crack. Crack is running rampant in East Charlotte, cos they follow you to the store, begging for a cigarette or money.
I might dress up whenever I go to the store now, because a someone like me has standards, and I am not gonna give any exceptions, unless you have been grandfathered in. I think the next time I go to the store, I will take the time to put on some outside clothes, and not pyjamas. A note to that man. You look old. Go into uptown. They are swarming with people who have less stance of standards than I do. And my system isn’t broken, so why not?
Black Gay Pride Charlotte 2010
Since I cannot get to Black Gay Pride Charlotte 2011 for obvious reasons, I am gonna tell you about my experience at Black Gay Pride 2010. Don’t worry none, I will be there next year.
The expo wasn’t really an expo. It was just a bunch of vendors who agreed to go to the Grady Cole Centre to talk out about homophobia in the African American community. Places like the Human Rights Campaign and the Time Out Youth was there because those are the two outlets that we can actually safely be ourselves without being chastised because of our sexual orientations. Also there was D-Up! and the Mecklenburg County Health Department giving out HIV testing. Now the cool thing about it is that you can get a $25 Visa gift card for getting yourself tested. I was tested back in 2009 in a dank room on the Westside of the city, and I came back negative of everything. I was just so nerve wracked after being chatted up by a sex offending preacher from Fuquay-Varina (or one of those small ass towns near Raleigh), because he did not give me his actual name, he gave me an alias. Thank God I look up the Mecklenburg County Sheriff’s Department around the clock to see who I know is in gaol. Also they were giving out referrals to go to D-Up!, which was on Scaleybark Road when I was going there.
So, after the expo, I went to the house to drop off my accoutrements and eat something before heading back out for the Ball. Now, you are asking me what a Ball is. Well, a Ball is a gathering of other lesbian, gays, bisexuals and transgendered folks to come around and showcase their talents, like vouging, singing, and other shit like that. That was my first time going to the Ball. The Ball actually lasted until about 3:00am, which is about the time where most bars and clubs close down in Charlotte, and people were on the way. I went the sensible route, in which if you are taking public transport in Charlotte, you would have to be sensible like me, and leave at 11:00; the Ball began at about 9:00. The music is deafening which a bunch of electronica beats and people verbalising to the beat. It was not what I thought an actual Ball was gonna be, but I learned to like it. Then it made me wonder, why the hell so many gay guys and gals have hearing problems. Knowing, that if you were in a Ball scene for about 30 minutes of pulsating music as loud as can be (it could be heard all the way to the Square), they are entitled to have some kind of hearing damage to a substantial standpoint. This was a first for me because I did not even know what an Android phone was before I came to the Ball. A bunch of gay guys had their Android phones out and was videotaping the ball as it went on. Now, knowing my phone had the lowest quality of video known to man (I left my BlackBerry at home), I took liberty of taking the loud deafening music and the people vouging (or doing whatever they were doing) as video to my mobile, and was gonna put it on the Yung $hawty Show on Veoh. I don’t think I have the video anymore, but I will see, and if I do have it on my hard drive, I will upload it.
Due to legal issues, I am unable to attend the Ball or the Expo this year, but don’t worry a bit. I will get back to the way I was soon and there will be nothing to worry about. I got Pride Charlotte in the bag, even if I got to walk there to go. I can tell you, a part from the deafening music and the aggravating verbalisations coming from the disc jockey, I can tell you right now, you will have an absolutely wonderful experience at the Pride. Just remember, bring some ear muffs or ear plugs. If you follow through in ear safety, it will save you from coming home early, and please be sensible.
What Yungie Wants in a Woman
Like I told you all last posting, that I was a bisexual. Anyways, I told you that I was gonna give you this post earlier than a whole day, but I had to fine tune it. So without further ado, let’s get this shit started. And remember, this blog posting is just a ball field of what I want in a man or a woman, so if you get offended, just leave it be. If you think you got what it takes for me to be with you, just leave a message of some sort.
- Women must be between the ages of 19-30;
- Women must have a clean or lightly dusted criminal background cheque (Meaning NO PROSTITUTION, DRUG, ASSAULT or FELONY CHARGES);
- Women must not have children;
- No women who associates themselves with a CATS worker, past or present;
- No women who is married, about to be or with a male at the time of accost;
- NO PROSTITUTES;
- I prefer actual black women or white women, and not high yellow women or mixed women;
- No women from New York City;
- NO CRACKHEADS, past or present;
- NO ONE WITH STDs;
- If you have a mental condition, give me the diagnoses and I will consider you on an as need basis;
You can get the entire details on why I do not want all of them on the previous posting.
What Yungie Wants In a Man
First of all, you all know that I am a bisexual, and that means that I will be making a second blog posting in the coming hours. Secondly, this blog posting is just a ball field of what I want in a man or a woman, so if you get offended, just leave it be. If you think you got what it takes for me to be with you, just leave a message of some sort.
- Men must be between the ages of 19-35 years. Meaning from 1976- 1991.
- Men with a clean or lightly dusted background cheques (Meaning NO ASSAULTS, FELONIES, DRUG CHARGES OTHER THAN SIMPLE POT POSSESSION!)
- No men who associates themselves with a CATS worker, past or present.
- No men who is married, about to be or with a female at the time of accost.
- NO PROSTITUTES.
- I prefer actual black men or white men, and not high yellow men or mixed men.
- No men from New York City.
- No dreadheads.
- Under no circumstances, no SEX OFFENDERS.
- Also under no circumstances, no one under the influence of intoxicating beverages.
- NO CRACKHEADS, past or present.
- No straight men, past or present.
- Absolutely no tops.
- NO ONE WITH STDs.
- If you have a mental condition, give me the diagnoses and I will consider you on an as need basis
Because my last relationship lasted the longer of most, and was the most violent of all my relationships, I will never consider anyone over the age of 35 for the time being. The time being, being until I turn 25.
Currently, I have 1 misdemeanour on my record. That is “disorderly conduct.” I was arrested thrice, once for “violating a restraining order”, another for “Disorderly conduct at the terminal”, and another for “communicating terroristic threats”. Those are three charges that I am saying lightly dusted background cheques. I have been with a sex offender, a crackhead, and a burglar within the past 2 years, I am never going that route again.
This part is very mandatory, because even though their isn’t a lot of gay men driving for Charlotte Transit, I still have to say it. No men who associates themselves with ANYONE FROM CHARLOTTE TRANSIT, past or present, living or dead. That is because I am trying to get back on the transit system as expeditiously as possible, and I will not have any hinderances. Especially people who are hopping from CATS driver to CATS driver, pollinating their ass with their microbe of nut as they go carrying AIDS and drama.
I am not here for married men, those with women, or straight men; I am hear for strictly gay or bisexual men. I am not their ruddy entertainment, because if they don’t like their life, change up a little. Go to someone else who is willing to make your wife divorce you for irreconcilable differences, turn you gay and cut you off from pussy in a whole.
I know this is gonna irk 99.9% of the population of Charlotte who relies on gay men who want a taste of new dick, but I do not want a prostitute. My life doesn’t call for a prostitute who wants a $5 for some head and $20 for a ass fuck… Hell no. How do I know the pay rate for about half of the prostitutes in Charlotte? Because I have a acquaintance who works nights, and I am trying to tell him that he would do better in school, and not working nights in Centre City.
Just look at my track record of men who are high yellow or biracial men, past and present, I do not have a good record with them. Look at Curtis Spragion, a biracial, I went to gaol for him twice, and a restraining order currently out. Now don’t get me wrong, I would NEVER go out with him, because he is a snitch, a bitch, and a witch. Look at the other guy. He is also a biracial, I went to gaol for him for 10 days, and the restraining order was just lifted a week ago. I would never go out with him because he is also a snitch, bitch, witch, and a little slapper. He could fuck all the faggots in Charlotte (except me), and would give them all 10 rides. That is how slapper-ish he is.
The pair of them are from New York City. I don’t get why so many people are leaving New York City coming to Charlotte, polluting our air with obscenities, and their nasty way of knowance. They bitch about how big our bathrooms are and how Charlotte doesn’t compare to the hustle and bustle of New York City. Duh bitch, Charlotte has only 740,000 people, not 7,000,000 people that live in New York City. They like to get up in your face, keep it 100 and talk shit about you on YouTube, that is the whole reason why I will never consider a New Yorker for a relationship.
I have never considered a dreadhead, and I never will consider a dreadhead, because they have somewhat of a chip on their shoulder. That should change should I grow out my hair for dreads.
It takes one rotten apple to spoil the entire bushel, and here it is. The rotten apple. There is this guy who was a preacher, and a sex offender. He accosted me, and I never knew that he was a sex offender. We do some things that I am not proud of, and he never seen of again, until I do a look on his name on the North Carolina Sex Offender Registry. Thank God for North Carolina. Never again. That is why I am gonna say something that will stop them all in their tracks in the bottom of this blog. I am never going to consider a sex offender for the rest of my natural life, past or present.
Simply put, I do not go with people who are currently under the influence of any intoxicating beverage.
I was scarred for life when one of my love prospects was caught smoking crack in the back of the library. I will never consider a crackhead, past or present, dead or alive.
I am bisexual, and people who want to be gay should have made that decision before coming to me. That is the reason I will never consider a straight man.
I am a top, so why would another top wanna be topped by another top? Hell no.
I have tested negative for every STD. Last time was checked was 13 May 2011. I don’t wanna change my STD status.
One of my love prospects has schizophrenia, I am not equipped for that. I have Asperger Syndrome, which is two different things. But, I am not saying that he is not being considered. I am saying, I need to find out more information, because each case is different.
What I ask for is people to give me their full name, date of birth, and phone number, and also their STD and mental health wherewithal, and they will be considered.
The Chronicles of Yung $hawty 