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ever felt quite that bad. I spent I think about a month in the hospital. Under Heavy treatment. I had a constant flow of saline in to my vain and was waken up at midnite to have my pulse and temperature taken; had heavy amounts of medication that made my hair fall; and was incredibly week and could barely walk. All that on top of morning blood tests at like 6:00 made it a pretty shitty experience. Then when I got out of the hospital I had to stay in vancouver for six months of treatment. When I finally got to go home. It was half way through grade three. Which brings us to elementry school. Elementary school wasn't bad until grade six, when I had the biggest bitch for a teacher. (who's name I cannot mention, just encase one of our CDs gets out and is played at a night club, Where a giant record producer hears our music and gives us an offer for huge record deal. Then hits number one on the charts. We all become millionaires . Get millions of screaming fans who worship the ground we walk on. Who read this BIO get the name of my teacher go and make a fatal attempt to kill her (or him) but fail because she secretly was a government agent under cover as a teacher to catch another government agent from Russia, who was under cover as a teacher as well (who also I cant not reveal their name for an entirely different reason) Then she (or he) hears from a faulty source that has a vendeta against us because we were to tired to sign an autograph for the little bastard. That we hired the fan to kill her and comes after us. We of course with our new found fortune, have oodles of guard on our 18 000 acre mansion estates. So her attack on us triggers a huge war between the government and our ever fateful guard staff that lasts for decades and finally ends in the destruction of earth.) That year sucked. I spent most of my time either in the office or at home suspended. The next year was a very important year. It was the year I discouvered my love for computers. That was a pretty good year. High School Sucked Shit. Grade eight was OK but 9 really sucked. That was our first year in the under world (or as haplo called it "OKANAGAN REGIONAL PRISON / PSYCHO WARD) I think part of the reason it was so bad was just they hyped it up to be so great. So when it sucked, it really sucked. That was also the year I met Kaylub and Lil' E. Then in grade ten I went to George Pringle. That year was a little better. I took Computer Animation 11. Which is pretty feeble on P75s, but fun. Kaylub also moved away that year. Grade 11 was fun, especially second semester. My art class was so much fun. Especially later in the year when Kaylub came back from Regina. That was when we made our fabulous masterpiece the guitar (see pictures in the the cafe). That was also when Kaylub had the idea of me doing his page. And now here I am typing this BIO, listening to a nine inch nails compalation kaylub and I made last nite, while trying to fix some stupid upload proplem he's haveing. And that's the short version of my pethetic infantial life. -Tristan Slater |
orn in Peachland B.C., in the year 1982,
where I have lived my whole life. I had a fairly good childhood
Until about the time school started (it sucked) Primary school
was actually fairly easy. Actually it was in grade two that haplo
moved to peachland. (we became pretty good freinds because he
lived right across the street from me) That year 1990 Good Friday
the 13th (spooky huh?) I was diagnosed with cancer. My mom and me
flew to vancouver where I had to go to the hospital. and by the time we got their I felt like I was going to fucking die. I dont think I've