Narrative

Every morning for the passed 4 years I would wake up and walk 6 paces to my left to the bathroom. Brush my teeth, comb my hair and mentaly prepaired myself for the next 14 hours and 54 minutes of solitude. My own mind. Throughout my entire grade school experience I was alone. Not by choice of course, no one chooses to be alone. But my father told me it was because I had never fit in. that I had to “be more active with my classmates.” I begg to differ. I was alone because I obtained a higher state of mind then my peers. I was a little more matured mentally. But also more creatively. You see having conversations with adults was no problem. But with people my own age it was a bit of a challenge. Not for me though. But for them. My peers could not understand me, because I talked in a way they could not understand. All they would here is words bunched togeather. So to them I was just rambling on about nothing.Its been said that people speak as to where they come from. For exapmle if someone is speaking in an southern accent using southern terms. Normally you would only understand that person, if you where from the south, it is the same with urban slang. Because I had only myself to talk to, no one knew where I was coming from whenever I would speak. So at about the end of my junior year of high school I developed away to communicate with the people around me by listening. I would take in what they where saying, comprehend their tone and education level of speaking and project it back toward them. Here's how it works. I would speak first, only a little bit, in what is like an introductory statement kind of. Then they would speek. And through listening to their voice I would key in on their tone, and educational level of speeking. Once I have a good enough grasp on who they are through this little bit of information that I have taken from them in this metyhod. I would bring my level of speech to there is and use a similar tone to the point where I would pretty much be projecting their tone toward them. So it wouldn’t be me talking it would be me someone I am pretending to be. Someone like the persons counter part. Thus having a succesfull conversation with another human being. Its not easy, because not everyone can do it. If you over exaggerate trying somethings while attempting this it could seem like to the person you are mocking the person you are trying to communicate with. Its actually difficult. You have to be willing to hide who you really are which is hard for a lot of people. That’s why I hate doing it. But I also love putting on a good show. I soon perfected this practice and discovered that I am indeed a very good actor. in a matter of days I was able to successfully talk to groups of people with different educational levels of speeking. It’s a little more difficult to explain how to do that. But once I figured it out people began opening up to me, randomly and telling me about their feelings. Which was weird because I was not used to hearing about someones feeling. People would come up and talk to me about relationships, break ups, problems with familys and other things I really didn’t care about. Because once I got to finally socialize with people . when they spoke, it really met nothing to me. It was what I had to say that met a lot to them. Aside from the feeling people also began to invite me tyo partys and there houses and social events. I was opend up to a whole new world. I saw what it was to be apart of the crowd. I was offered drugs, alcahole, weed, and the thing that cought me off guard the most is when a girl asked me if I wanted to do some fruit. Like what is that? I had no idea what it was I just knew it was slang for something. But I never accepted any of it. Which made a lot of people respect me for it, but also it made a lot of people feel bad about themselves when they foundout that I didn’t do the things that they did. I mean I was in sports and that is one of my number one priotys anyways. The in crowd was ok. And fun. But me getting in there was what I needed to do inorder to see why I was never in there in the first place. None of us where campitible. Some where like me, there but just because they wanted to be apart of the experience. But not like the majority of the group. So I came to my sences a month ago, being in the in-crowd is great, but only for so long,. For some the hype last for a while. And others, it’s here today and gone tomarrow.

Welcome

Behold. I have emerged upon the Internet. I am, XXDONMARTINXX. most of you may know me from "Instagram." I bring forth to thee. a new world. a world of truth. Most of my topics will be about my new book coming soon, that i have written  in five dayes, "7 Days In." this will be my second publish book. My first being "The Tactitions," which was about to brothers seperated from there mother in slovakia after nazi Germany began occupying larg portions of Europe. The two brothers watch there father die and mother taken from them as they where brutaly assaulted and thrown into a concentration camp that they soon realize is 100 miles south of where there mother is located. Goring through the daily motions throughout the day, everyday growing weiry. Danny and Jessy Leopold soon realize in order to restore the life they had. they where now obligated to take back there mother. After escaping the Camp they soon realize that running is usless, spicially for 100 miles in a direction they are not sure they are  travling is even right. So they turn and fight back.

My second Novel which is currently in the publishing process is about 4 friends living during the prohibition period. Who decide to dispurse a life of poverty and take up the Crime Games. And join the mafia. thus creating there own town taking family.

More updates on my Novels coming soon..