Post by sebastian fletcher hawkins on Jun 9, 2012 19:05:36 GMT -5
sebastian fletcher hawkins
23 ● MALE ● LOCAL RESIDENT ● DOWNTOWN LA ● CHRIS HOLLYWOOD ● TATTOO ARTIST
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[/td][td]First and foremost, I’m a social butterfly. I know just about everyone, if not by name then at least by face. I make it a point to know people. You can never have enough friends. If you’re looking for me, chances are I’ll be at a club, concert or the local mall and even concerts. Man if you saw the number of texts I have each month your jaw would probably drop to the floor. As you’d probably imagine, I’m a fairly nice guy. I go out of my way to help others despite the odd looks I get from them usually (due to my appearance). Helping others feel better just gives me a good feeling.
Unfortunately I’m not always nice. People learn fast that they do not want to be on my bad side. When I’m pissed I tend to throw things, including my fists. Some of the things I simply can’t tolerate is ignorance, betrayal, lack of respect and people fucking with my friends. If by chance, you’re looking to get dragged into an alley, just do any of those things and you’ll get your wish. Yeah, I know, I look like a scrawny emo kid. Whatever, I’ll take you on. I never back down. I’m as stubborn as a cow.
But honestly, I’m generally a pretty laid back person. I enjoy the simple things in life and I can entertain myself with the simplest things. Cracking jokes and being sarcastic is in my nature, so if you can’t take it then we might just have some issues. Oh, and if you can’t tolerate my sexuality. I’m bi-sexual, but I’ve always leaned more towards guys. Speaking of sex, hah, I really like it. I’ve got some problems with using people, for sex and anything else I want. Being spoiled all my life just makes me feel entitled to take whatever I want, ya know? I guess what I’m saying is I’ve got a bit of a manipulative streak in there along with my sweet, charming side.
I was born on Valentine’s Day, and my parents believed that my birth was nothing short of a blessing. As their first – and only ─ child, they deemed it necessary to spoil me. And spoil they did. They had the money, as both were up high in the money making business. Mommy was in photography, a very well known photographer, and Pops just got promoted to assistant manager of a high corporate business.
While a small child, I was taught that anything I wanted, I would get. As long as I was a good child, of course. Go to bed on time, eat your veggies! The usual. So I did. I scored average grades in school, and my parents thought I was amazing.. I had manners, the grades, and already had a whole slew of friends.
Stepping into highschool, I was blessed with already having quite a number of friends there. It was an easy way to step up the social ladder, and fast. I was hardly home, not that my parents noticed, because they too had become quite busy with their own careers. Even so I was as spoiled as ever. It wasn’t uncommon for me to show up at the house, take a shower, ask for some money and disappear in less than an hour. My parents didn’t care though, and fed me the money whenever I asked; they figured I was off being a good kid and keeping up my good grades.
They were wrong, though. As most kids with social lives and a high social status, I had places to be and partys to attend. I pitched in the money, and if the money didn’t go to parties, it went to paying some nerd to do my homework for him. That or I just charmed up to some cute girl, flirting with them to get what I wanted from them (whether it was sex or something else). I went to college for a bit, my parents generally paid for it, but after a while I got bored of it and barely had the time since I was interning at a tattoo shop as well. After a few years, I now do all my own tattoos and have my own station at the shop. I guess the only thing left important to say is that for the last two, almost three years I've been dating Keaton and we live together.
[/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table]Unfortunately I’m not always nice. People learn fast that they do not want to be on my bad side. When I’m pissed I tend to throw things, including my fists. Some of the things I simply can’t tolerate is ignorance, betrayal, lack of respect and people fucking with my friends. If by chance, you’re looking to get dragged into an alley, just do any of those things and you’ll get your wish. Yeah, I know, I look like a scrawny emo kid. Whatever, I’ll take you on. I never back down. I’m as stubborn as a cow.
But honestly, I’m generally a pretty laid back person. I enjoy the simple things in life and I can entertain myself with the simplest things. Cracking jokes and being sarcastic is in my nature, so if you can’t take it then we might just have some issues. Oh, and if you can’t tolerate my sexuality. I’m bi-sexual, but I’ve always leaned more towards guys. Speaking of sex, hah, I really like it. I’ve got some problems with using people, for sex and anything else I want. Being spoiled all my life just makes me feel entitled to take whatever I want, ya know? I guess what I’m saying is I’ve got a bit of a manipulative streak in there along with my sweet, charming side.
I was born on Valentine’s Day, and my parents believed that my birth was nothing short of a blessing. As their first – and only ─ child, they deemed it necessary to spoil me. And spoil they did. They had the money, as both were up high in the money making business. Mommy was in photography, a very well known photographer, and Pops just got promoted to assistant manager of a high corporate business.
While a small child, I was taught that anything I wanted, I would get. As long as I was a good child, of course. Go to bed on time, eat your veggies! The usual. So I did. I scored average grades in school, and my parents thought I was amazing.. I had manners, the grades, and already had a whole slew of friends.
Stepping into highschool, I was blessed with already having quite a number of friends there. It was an easy way to step up the social ladder, and fast. I was hardly home, not that my parents noticed, because they too had become quite busy with their own careers. Even so I was as spoiled as ever. It wasn’t uncommon for me to show up at the house, take a shower, ask for some money and disappear in less than an hour. My parents didn’t care though, and fed me the money whenever I asked; they figured I was off being a good kid and keeping up my good grades.
They were wrong, though. As most kids with social lives and a high social status, I had places to be and partys to attend. I pitched in the money, and if the money didn’t go to parties, it went to paying some nerd to do my homework for him. That or I just charmed up to some cute girl, flirting with them to get what I wanted from them (whether it was sex or something else). I went to college for a bit, my parents generally paid for it, but after a while I got bored of it and barely had the time since I was interning at a tattoo shop as well. After a few years, I now do all my own tattoos and have my own station at the shop. I guess the only thing left important to say is that for the last two, almost three years I've been dating Keaton and we live together.
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