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Holy shit, what a fucked up guy. So glad I got away from that asshole.

Since this moment the word "visionary" leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Note: When I was thirteen, I wrote a 90 page novel using the medieval knights vs monsters stories as a metaphor for historical genocidal persecution.

The metaphor wasn't subtle at all, the characters were 2-dimensional, and while it was a nice try for a thirteen-year-old, it is nothing to be proud of.

I am in no way visionary for writing that book. In fact, I don't even have the book anymore. It's just not important to me.

Later, at fourteen or fifteen, I wrote another one of about 350 pages about a society that somehow imprisons a living god and tries to force it into being their war weapon. It refuses, so they give it worshipers that, by it's nature, must protect. They use the worshippers as blackmail (torturing/killing them) to force it into war. I'm not sure what kind of metaphor I was going with there, and over time that book was lost, too.

From fifteen to seventeen I had an ongoing comedy comic book series, fifteen+ pages each with about fifty issues, about the students at the bizarre Rottweiler Art University (I have no fucking idea why I chose that name) where all the girls "have something wrong with them" (missing limbs, metal plates in their heads, etc.), Satan was one of the professors, and the hangout spot was a nasty-ass fast food joint called The Meat Bucket. It basically starred the same cast as Serious Engineering but with a lot more humor and less, you know, less mafia-owned hospital stuff.

Those got stolen by my ex. Oh well.

I should probably remake that comic, actually.

I am NOT a visionary. Not at all. Hell, I don't even think I'm that GOOD. Everything I just mentioned is stupid kid-stuff. I was a dumb little pretentious douche who thought I was being super awesome for writing things (everyone hated me for it but fuck them I was pretentious).

The point is that A) I outgrew this pretentious phase in college and B) I am not exactly proud of what I consider typical activities for adolescents interesting in writing, and C) I DO NOT BRAG ABOUT THESE THINGS AND CLAIM THAT I AM BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE FOR DOING THEM.

Look, I don't expect anyone to see me as a role model and follow my example by being humble (that would be the opposite of humble). I'm just trying to show why this particular situation made me so furious.

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Holy shit, what a fucked up guy. So glad I got away from that asshole.

Since this moment the word "visionary" leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Note: When I was thirteen, I wrote a 90 page novel using the medieval knights vs monsters stories as a metaphor for historical genocidal persecution.

The metaphor wasn't subtle at all, the characters were 2-dimensional, and while it was a nice try for a thirteen-year-old, it is nothing to be proud of.

I am in no way visionary for writing that book. In fact, I don't even have the book anymore. It's just not important to me.

Later, at fourteen or fifteen, I wrote another one of about 350 pages about a society that somehow imprisons a living god and tries to force it into being their war weapon. It refuses, so they give it worshipers that, by it's nature, must protect. They use the worshippers as blackmail (torturing/killing them) to force it into war. I'm not sure what kind of metaphor I was going with there, and over time that book was lost, too.

From fifteen to seventeen I had an ongoing comedy comic book series, fifteen+ pages each with about fifty issues, about the students at the bizarre Rottweiler Art University (I have no fucking idea why I chose that name) where all the girls "have something wrong with them" (missing limbs, metal plates in their heads, etc.), Satan was one of the professors, and the hangout spot was a nasty-ass fast food joint called The Meat Bucket. It basically starred the same cast as Serious Engineering but with a lot more humor and less, you know, less mafia-owned hospital stuff.

Those got stolen by my ex. Oh well.

I should probably remake that comic, actually.

I am NOT a visionary. Not at all. Hell, I don't even think I'm that GOOD. Everything I just mentioned is stupid kid-stuff. I was a dumb little pretentious douche who thought I was being super awesome for writing things (everyone hated me for it but fuck them I was pretentious).

The point is that A) I outgrew this pretentious phase in college and B) I am not exactly proud of what I consider typical activities for adolescents interesting in writing, and C) I DO NOT BRAG ABOUT THESE THINGS AND CLAIM THAT I AM BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE FOR DOING THEM.

Look, I don't expect anyone to see me as a role model and follow my example by being humble (that would be the opposite of humble). I'm just trying to show why this particular situation made me so furious.