Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter I: In the Beginning there was Matt...Chapter
I: In the Beginning there was Matt...
It was probably a dark and stormy afternoon on that
particular sixth day of May in 1985 when, to my family's
great misfortune, I was born. Birds sang songs of
joy, children could be heard laughing, but that was
outside... inside the hospital, tears of sorrow and
pain were shed as I came out into the world. As much
fun as it would be to indulge you in my adventures
as a child, I only have a couple of memories, one
of me taking hold of a roll of toilet paper and running
around the house, I believe I was around three when
I rolled the inside of the house, but I'm not sure
how young I was. Other than that and a few other memories,
I don't have too many memories before my preschool
days, so there's not much I can tell you about me
except for that I caused as much trouble then as I
do now.
I remember a few things about my days at preschool,
I know everyone was scared of me, when I looked mad
kids ran...but I honestly have no clue why. I never
picked on anyone except for this one kid, but believe
me, he deserved it. That guy took my seat, so I had
to show him who was boss, I could go into detail on
what I did, but I'll just say he got in trouble when
it was over and I got my seat, go me. I also remember
that we had naptime, and the teacher used to threaten
us, she'd say this old man that looked like Santa
Claus would take us away and make us work on a farm
if we didn't sleep... now I'm no expert on law, but
threatening little kids... doesn't that seem at least
a little bit against the law? It also ruined my image
of Santa, he was a slave laborer, which would explain
how he got all the toys really... and the sad part
about this is I'm not making any of it up, I had a
strange childhood. My next memory of preschool would
have to be my first crime too I suppose, one of my
friends got this stuffed toy for his birthday and
I had it when he left, he forgot it and I took it
home, I still have that somewhere. My last memory
has to be my favorite. There were these two older
guys, I believe they were in middle school at least,
but they were always there, I guess their mom was
the teacher or something, but they always tried to
pick on us. One time they locked us in the toddler
playpen outside, but, me being the stubborn one I
am, just climbed up over the wall and unlocked it,
screw those guys, I was little, not a wuss. That about
covers most of my memories and experiences as a child,
now we move onto the next time period.
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II: The Edumacation Of Matt... The Elementary Years...
Ah, the good ol' days on Kindergarten... was there
a better grade? All we had to learn was the alphabet,
the days of the week, and the months of the year.
All of which I already knew, so I had the year off,
go me again. The teacher was cool, she was nice and
all, but she did smoke when we were supposed to be
taking naps, yeah, that's right, another lawbreaking
teacher. Well, I didn't know it was wrong, never even
thought about it until later really, so I would just
watch, I never could sleep during naps, I was quite
the hyper little child, who knew? This was an important
year for me, because it marked the first time I ever
really got into trouble, it was about halfway through
the year and it was during recess. I told the teacher
I needed to go to the bathroom, but no, in her infinite
wisdom, she decided I could hold it. Now, any rule
following child would've waited, but anyone that knows
me knows I had something to say about this. So, I
went under one of the treehouses, whipped it out,
and peed right there on the playground. Of course,
a crowd had gathered around and this one little bastard
told on me, so I lost my recess. I mean, honestly,
was it so bad? I told her I had to go. I have a lot
of memories from that year, but nothing too special,
it was a pretty boring year for the most part, I hadn't
quite become the smartass I am now yet... that would
be a couple of more years.
Now we move onto first grade, I still wasn't as evil
as I am now, but I was getting there. As you all know,
I don't do homework, never did. This was the first
year of homework and would be the first year I chose
to find a better way to get it done. Every morning
I would get dropped off early, so I would always be
alone with the teacher and this one other girl that
sucked up and always did her homework. Well, I would
wait for her and the teacher to go off and talk and
such, whatever they did every morning, and when they
left the room, I went to the basket, got her homework,
erased her name and put mine. Always got A's and never
got caught. C'mon, was that not ingenius? The li'l
bastard inside me was growing every day. Other than
that, the year was pretty uneventful, I did have my
first real friend in that grade, but I never have
been able to keep friends long, he moved after second
grade.
Second grade was where I really started to shine
as a smartass, it was also my first year in the gifted
program, apparently someone decided I was smart enough
for their little qualification test... which I took
and aced by the way, I was a smart smartass. So I
went to gifted everyday, that was just boring, and
when they tried to get me to sign up again for the
next year they said I might miss recess, so of course
I made the right decision. I quit the gifted program.
Well, that year was fun, I made the class enjoyable
with my witty comments, the teacher was cool...except
of course for that day she through desks and cursed
at everyone... is it me... or did most of my teachers
break the law in some way? One more important thing
about that year, it was the first time I saw a nude
woman. We had national geographic magazines in there,
and most had pictures of tribal women nude, nothing
special, but hey, I was a kid, that stuff makes impacts.
The last thing I have to mention about this grade
is Wade Chandler, who most of you know, and I think
he's cool now, but we had the greatest times making
him cry in that grade... everything set him off. It
was often our goal for the day to make him cry, and
we usually succeeded... there's a good chance I'm
evil.
Third grade... I was becoming more and more of a
pain in the ass with my comments. It was definately
good times. It also marked the first time I got a
call home from school... and why? Because that little
snitch Eric Stephens told on me for something stupid.
We were waiting for buses to be called and I said
something, then the teacher told me not to say another
word... so of course I said "word." When
she asked what I said, he told on me and I got into
trouble, she said I had to sit on the stairs at recess
for five minutes, so I just shrugged and said it was
fine. She took that as an insult and called home,
can you believe that crap? Talk about your all time
shafts. That year also marked my first role in a play,
it also marked the end of my acting career, cause
I got the dumbest role in that play, and since none
of you know what role I got, I will tell no one. It's
stupid and embarrassing. The punishments for all my
comments in that class were just stupid and pointless.
I was sent into the hallway where I had to number
from one to one hundred and then come back inside,
isn't that retarded? I used to go home and do it when
I got bored, fold them up so I wouldn't have to do
it in the hallway, I am a crafty one. I even remember
getting sent out once for doing my assignment. We
were all told to stand up and close our eyes, then
imagine a gentle breeze. Well, I started thrashing
about and she asked what I was doing, I said my breeze
became a tornado. Again, completely innocent and I
get punished. She never said it couldn't grow from
a gentle breeze to anything. It's not my fault she
wasn't specific. The only other thing that happened
that year was my suspension from afterschool, which,
again, was not my fault. I got wrote up three times,
the first time was for kicking someone, who deserved
it very much. The second was for having an argument
with the aforementioned crybaby from second grade,
and the third was for hitting the teacher in the head
with a dodgeball. That requires some explanation,
first, it was a dodgeball, so inherently, he should
have dodged, and second, it was an accident, he said
throw all the balls to him so he could put them away,
and I did, it just happened to hit his head. How could
anyone not see my innocence? That about ends it for
anything too special in that year.
I'd have to say fourth grade was my favorite year
in elementary school. I had a great teacher, and I
made fun of her a lot more than any of the others,
but she was cool with it, rarely ever got onto me
for most of it. Usually she would even laugh along.
That year pretty much went by rather fast, nothing
impactful happened really, although, about halfway
through the year they were trying to put me back in
gifted, I had hoped they'd forget about me, but they
cornered me in the hallway as I was coming back from
lunch and had me sign up for fifth grade, which was
a mistake, I had that class the next year. Not too
much to tell about that year really, it was great,
but nothing big happened.
Fifth grade was pretty cool, I didn't like the teacher
she was old, and as we all know, old people just suck,
it's a fact, the older one gets, the suckier one gets.
Plus, I had gifted, and that class sucked, had to
learn latin... yeah, glad I learned latin, because
that has helped me oh so much in life. Plus, I didn't
really fit in with the better part of the class, there
were a few groups of people, it was a small class,
and everyone had their group. Danny Tarantino and
I were in a group... there was one with Amanda, Erin,
and Katie... then that one girl, that always hung
out with the teacher... then the other group was Jeremy
and Wade... Pendley was in that class... but he was
his own group and everyone who knows him knows why...
he had plenty of company in his head, so it couldn't
have been too bad for him. Seems like there was someone
else in that class, but I can't remember who... I
also had my first crush that year, and then my second
one, the first one I'll never forget, but I didn't
see her again until that D.C. trip in eighth grade,
still have no idea why. Li'l Mustard was in my class
that year, he was an awesome little dude, it really
sucked when he moved away, everybody loved that little
guy. I'll never forget that year, mostly because it
was the last year of recess... they just ripped recess
away from us in middle school... no help, no gradually
getting us out of it, just cold turkey. It was also
the last year I had a birthday party... I believe
it was the last year until this past year that anyone
outside my family even acknowledged my birthday. Never
really bothered me, I don't even tell anyone anymore,
it's easier to be alone, plus, as most of you know,
I can keep myself entertained.
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III: The Edumacation of Matt... The Middle School Years...
This chapter is going to be rather boring and short,
I suggest skipping it, but it is part of my education,
just not that fun because the three years of middle
school were when a lot of my real family problems
manifested, so I was usually too preoccupied to cause
too much trouble. Sixth grade was pretty much boring...
the year went by rather slowly because nothing fun
happened. To be honest, I'd rather skip this chapter
completely...so I'm pretty much gonna since it's my
bio and I'm writing it. So let's give a quick overview,
sixth sucked, boring. Seventh was equally crap, although
I did come out of my shell again and cause quite a
bit of trouble. I also got ISS for the first time
in that year, and for what you might ask? Selling
candy...that's right, candy...but thank god they stopped
me, made room for some more drug dealers. They were
really on top of their jobs that day, those bastards.
Then that's where life started getting great...by
the end of the year I had been kicked out and forced
to go live with my dad, and most of you know what
a stand up guy he is. So while over there they made
me go to church, which is ironic really because it
was while I lived there that I started despising most
anything religious. So over that summer a few things
happened, I realized who my real friends were when
I left and no one cared, I started to hate church
related crap, and I burned the flesh off the bottom
of my feet, now talk about fun...that's a long story,
one can ask if curious. Then school started while
I was there, and I went to Gainesville, which was
fun, I was asked out for the first time, I was popular,
and I had the highest grades in all the classes, but
I chose to come back to West Hall because I thought
my real friends were there...can anyone say mistake?
Well about halfway through my Gainesville experience,
I go camping over the weekend, on that Saturday my
toe was hit with a hatchet, now this story serves
mostly to tell the real character of my family members.
They didn't stop camping and go home, my dad dropped
me off at my cousin's house and went back to finish
camping. Did I get taken to the hospital? No...I got
band-aids...oooh...that helped. Plus, I went to school
on Monday and everyone stepped on it. Around December
of 8th grade I went back to West Hall and it pretty
much sucked. Oh, one other thing happened while I
was at Gainesville...that best friend I mentioned
that left after second grade, turns out he was over
there...also turns out he became a huge asshole and
a pothead...he wasn't my friend anymore when I left.
I made my third best friend in 8th, Josh Grier, and
I still remember seeing him at school as he was leaving,
still remember every second of the last time I saw
him. I found out what happened the next day at the
store before school, I picked up the newspaper...read
it on the way to school...I could go into more detail
about the days that followed, but I just don't want
to. After that I stopped keeping close friends, never
made any real attempts to talk to anyone or get to
know anyone. Never wanted a best friend again, still
don't really. Like I said, this chapter sucked, and
hopefully you skipped it.
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Chapter IV: The Edumacation of Matt...
The High School Years...
What can I say about high school really, it sucked.
Ninth grade was rather boring, didn't really do much,
classes were all rather mundane. It was all right
near the end, but the first six months or so just
sucked. Nothing really good happened until tenth grade,
that's when I had French...now I hate the French,
everyone knows this, and that class is why. I hated
the language, the culture, the people, all because
of that teacher originally. But it was still the most
fun I ever had at school just because of the people
in the class. What happened in eleventh? Not really
much of anything...once again I was a smartass in
the classes I actually chose to open my mouth and
in the rest of the classes as with the rest of the
day I said little to nothing to anyone. I've tried
for months to recall something that happened worth
talking about and yet I come up empty handed so I
guess I'll just skip high school all together and
just talk about work. My first job was at Hollywood
Video...yeah, that hellhole. I made very little money
working there, simply put I worked over 40 hours a
week and my paycheck of two weeks barely broke $200...sad,
huh? My hours actually made the place a pretty good
place to work because the assholes that were in charge
took the better hours so they'd be free to do less
work, leaving the good people in charge when I was
there. I worked there for almost a year and I got
one raise...for 20 cents...that's just enough to piss
you off, isn't it? I only left there because it had
just got a new manager that was in some way related
to the antichrist. He hated me and I really hated
him. He wanted to fire me from day one, but seeing
as he had no reason except for the fact that I cussed
him out in front of customers on many occasions he
could only get back at me by cutting my hours. I didn't
have any bills to pay so I really didn't care so his
plan didn't work how he wanted. Eventually I just
got pissed because I was spending more time getting
up and getting ready to go to work than I was actually
working so I went to work at the mall making a lot
more. I didn't work there for very long because again
I pissed someone off. When people are put in charge
that clearly don't deserve to be, I let them know,
and it usually gets me screwed over, but it was still
worth it. Needless to say I had to quit there too.
I didn't work for the rest of the summer because I
didn't want to and then eventually went to Blockbuster...why?
I don't know to be honest...but I barely made it through
the first of the year there before I had enough of
that. From January until December I didn't work, then
I went to bootcamp.
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Chapter V: Bootcamp...
Now, a lot of people have asked me "Why the Marines?"
and I've told so many people so many different answers
when the answer was simply to get away from everyone
and everything that I knew...well, almost everyone.
When I decided to go it was before I met someone that
actually wanted me to stay. When I left no one really
cared, which answered the question that I always had.
Would anyone notice if I were gone? That question
was quickly answered when I came back. That answered
why I left, but not so much why the Marines...I could've
joined any service and simply left. I chose that service
because I thought it would be something I could be
proud of, at the time I had nothing to call my own,
I had nothing of my own. Some people pretend to want
independence but live at home as long as possible
because they're afraid to let go. I had to prove that
I wasn't, that I was more than everyone thought I
was. Everyone thinking you'll fail can either help
or hurt your ambitions depending on how you look at
it. I, as everyone knows, am not exactly an optimist.
So everyone thinking I can't do something makes me
do it. Well, there's the reasoning behind it, not
the best, and looking back I probably wouldn't have
done it because right before I left I found my reason
to stay, but it was a little late at that point.
I left for bootcamp little over a year ago on Dec.
14th 03. I left out of Atlanta with a few other people.
Now, when you watch the videos you see a Drill Instructor
get on a bus and start yelling at everyone to get
off the bus. Well, we got a van...honestly...a van.
It was about a six hour drive to get there and I'd
say the worst part of it was stopping at IHOP for
dinner, especially when IHOP was right next door to
Hooters. There were six guys in that van, not including
the driver, and all six were about to spend the next
few months under stress with no female contact, so
I came to the conclusion that the driver was a sadistic
son of a bitch for subjecting us to that. I mean,
Hooters was right there...c'mon...Anyways, it was
around 9 p.m. when we got there and we sat outside
in the van waiting for the Drill Instructor to come
out and get us. Everyone hears stories about how mean
they are but he was a decent enough guy. He merely
opened the door of the van, and asked us nicely, in
a tone loud enough for us all to hear, to get out
of what was apparently his van and step onto his yellow
footprints. Well, he asked us to move a little bit
faster, and he was quite motivating because we moved
a little bit faster than we had been. While we were
standing outside on the footprints he gave as that
speech they give about the rules and where we were
now at. He then asked if we had any questions, and
nobody did. When we responded to what he was saying
he asked us nicely to say it again because we weren't
loud enough. It must have been windy or something
because he had trouble hearing us throughout the night.
I was beginning to think his hearing was messed up,
but I chose not to bring that to his attention. That
went on for a few minutes before we finally went inside,
made our phone calls home to let our families know
we made it there alive and then we were herded into
a classroom where we sat for about four hours sleeping
with our heads on the desk. I'm not about to go over
every single detail of every day in bootcamp because
this would turn into a novel and I've no plans of
publishing a book so this is going to be the shorthand.
If anyone wants the longer version of anything, the
simplest way to get it is to ask. That being said,
the next few days were all filled with getting shots,
going to dental, getting uniforms issued and learning
the basics of bootcamp. The only night I clearly remember
is the second night, it was the first time we got
to sleep in a rack and it was freezing in that squadbay
and we weren't allowed to sleep under the blankets
because we hadn't been taught how to make racks yet
so we wouldn't be able to fix them in the morning.
I woke up every few minutes shivering which sounds
bad, but I love that. See, my theory is waking up
as many times as possible in the night is awesome
as long as you don't have to get out of bed to do
anything. If you sleep all through the night, then
wake up and immediately have to start the day, that
kind of sucks, you can't go back to sleep. But if
you wake up all throughout the night you keep getting
to go back to bed, it's a simple joy, but it is something
I take pleasure in at night. Moving on...all this
crap happened in the first week, and we hadn't even
met our Drill Instructors yet, which was kind of disheartening
at the time, it was like it was a waste of a week.
We met our Drill Instructors at the end of that first
week. Everyone made that day out to be so bad that
in my mind I had this big scenario played out that
would make it horrible...well obviously nothing will
ever live up to the way I can imagine things so it
wasn't that bad at all considering what I expected.
The first phase of training was mostly just PT, martial
arts, knowledge and drill...that lasted for about
four weeks. Nothing but getting ready for all these
tests and none of it really paid off because we were
still wearing uniforms without nametapes and we couldn't
blouse our boots until the end of the first phase.
Bootcamp didn't get fun until second phase. The rifle
range. That's where it got fun. The initial hazing
part was over, we were doing what we were supposed
to and we didn't get into as much trouble so that
meant less time on the quarterdeck. The rifle range
consisted of two weeks, the first was nothing but
learning how to shoot, the second was nothing but
shooting. The last day of the range was qual day and
then the next day we packed our packs and hiked back
to our squadbays. Qualification day was awesome...except
for that bastard that lied to me. Coaches were on
the firing line to assist us, letting us know where
our shots landed and helping us adjust sites. My coach
was pretty cool and said that if I shot two possibles
he'd give me a Powerbar (happy now?). A possible is
on the rapid fire portion of the shoot. You have to
shoot ten rounds in like a minute. If all ten rounds
hit the center of the target it's a possible. Now,
out of the entire company I was the only one with
two...but I have yet to see that damned power bar.
Oh...believe me when I tell you, he's on the list,
Jai...Anyways, I shot expert that day and we left
the range the next day. I didn't do the hike because
I just got a stress fracture and I already knew I
was getting dropped because of my injury.
I sat around in MRP for five or six weeks...I was
healed in like two, but it's a very long process to
prove you're not injured. Especially when you're only
healed up to the level well the pain is tolerable
like I was. I just wanted to graduate and get out
of that place, I hate routines and that place is all
about doing the same thing everyday and honestly I
was just bored. When I went back to training I went
to a platoon that never gave us time to read or write
letters which made things hard, especially near the
end when I was trying to plan for graduation. I was
in that platoon for like five weeks and we got mail
three times. We were able to write letters more than
that...but how can you make plans with no feedback?
So my graduation got fucked up...everyone was there
except for the one person I needed to be there...all
of the people that said I couldn't do it were there,
but the only person that knew I could, just didn't
want me to wasn't and I'll never forgive myself for
not being able to arrange her being there, but there
was no way to arrange it with no feedback...As far
as training went for the last phase, it was A line
which was more shooting in a lot of different situations.
The best was the night shoot, it was a clear night,
it was really a beautiful sunset...we got to stand
out there and wait for the sun to go down before we
could shoot. Then we finished the night by shooting
off tracer rounds which made it look like a firefight
from Star Wars. After that we went to Basic Warriors
Training which consisted of the gas chamber, the 40
ft rapel tower-which I fell off of by the way...of
course if you know anything about me you can see such
things happening- and a few courses that were really
long and just consisted of us low crawling, hopping
over walls and running around getting nice and muddy
and finally the MOUT (Military Operations in Urban
Terrain) course which required us to get in through
the second floor window of a building for no reason
that I could find and then use a rope to climb out
the other side. But it was still fun all the same.
When that was all over we came back and got ready
to go out and do that Crucible...now people would
have you believe that's a lot harder than it is. The
only problems really are the lack of sleep and food...but
I can go days without eating and I function better
on less sleep for the most part. The Crucible started
at 2 a.m. when we took a nice long stroll out there,
slow paced of course...when we got there we dropped
out packs and started on our first of many courses,
most of which served no purpose other than to make
us muddy. It's hard to go into detail about the events
because they really weren't that challenging. The
first day was long and stupid, lasting until like
one in the morning. We slept for about three hours
then got up and started our second day. Around the
middle of the day we hiked out to the rifle range
to shoot ten round -ten whole rounds...yeah, that
was worth it...-then hiked back. We did some more
stupid events then went to sleep around two in the
morning. We woke up long before the sun came up and
started our ten mile hike back. When that was finally
over, the Crucible was over. We went straight to Warrior's
Breakfast and we all got really sick because we hadn't
eaten in two days, and we hadn't eaten real food in
months. This was actual food, and a lot of it. The
rest of bootcamp was just uniform maintenance and
graduation practice, so we spent a lot of the time
in the bathroom on the toilet taking naps...or at
least I did anyway. I graduated and stayed home the
rest of the month of May, basically being lazy and
playing video games for the most part until I went
to SOI...
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Chapter VI: The School of Infantry...
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