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Never forgettin the past
Age 8: Xmas Morning was not going good with tention in the air, my mother the most important woman of my life found a love letter that my father was hiding from another woman, my mother at the time was working in a factory to help put food in my brothers and I mouth. That day was the first day i seen anger fly in the air, the first day i seen my mother shed tears of sorrow, my mother then attacked my father with a stroller that belonged to my little brother at the time, she struck my father with it on the side of his head over and over again. After that day i haven't seen my father till the age of 12, and this is how my story begins.
Age 10: My first fight, god i remember this Rainy Sunday morning like it was yesterday. I was a new kid in the town of New Rochelle, i lived in a Rasist area of the town, where if you wasn't light, you wasn't right. This fight was brought up from being rocks thrown at me, and being chased home everyday by a bunch of kids who were bigger then me. One day my mother told me, "Vic next time they hit you fuck him up or i'ma fuck you up" So in school the next day i was trying to eat my sandwich at the time. Indoors in the lunch room of columbus school. this kid named Marco Chavez choise to fuck with me that day, he snatched my sandwish out my hands...then run it on my face. Thats when i snapped, then strycj him with my everything in his nose, then i punched him hard in his gut, then uppercutted him with fury, since i was a big karate fan, i kicked him in the chest and yelled "Whaa!". People laughed at me that day, but i earned respect....without my father being around.

Age 12: Three days before Father's Day, My house phone rang......I Answered....it was the scumbag on the other end of the line.....yes it was my father the faggit....i already have grown hatred for him, so on that summer day i flipped out calling him everyword in the book, i cried like a bitch, while i was cursin him out....i let that mother fucker know what i thought of him. that fuckin scumbag...thats all i said over and over again.....didn't here from him again till age 16.

Age 16: The Most fucked up year of my life! I Fell in love with a whore from Port Chester NY, her name was Renee Pesso, GOD DAMN! i was an idiot...that dumb bitch cheated on me with my bestfriend at the time on my birthday....My Parents were getting there Divorce for good now...my father was gonna get married to this fat ugly bitch named Debbie.....her daughter was the soundview Pelican...My father tried to be my father at time of need, it worked for a while till he forgot he had sons again...why to this day i ask my mother what she saw good in him, her eyes look to the ground when i ask such a question....no matter my mother is the strongest woman in the world, the only good thing about that year is where i met Jessica, my first true love. I also lost my Virginity that summer to her, well we lost it to eachother. Also I met the coolest niggas and bitches that year who to this day are my peeps.

Age 20: i'll list this cuz its to the present
1.My baby brother was born
2.Proud of my brothers for everything in life they do
3.Having the The wifey of My Dreams
4.Having Niggaz and Female Friends that got my back for anything
5. Making my mom proud for anything i do
6. Having the buttah Job at Bronx Lebanon
7.Having the best dog in the World Lenex
8. Having my role playing life
9.Being apart of Mizzes & Mistah Crew
10. Being apart of the IWF(( The Infamous Wrestling Federation))
Will List More, as life goes along