DINZEL, marco andrew

[marco andrew dinzel]

marco andrew dinzel, *

JUNIOR, SEVENTEEN, ASSHOLE, JAYMZ MARSTERS, RUDE, HOMOSEXUAL

" Yeah, I'm Marco. That's all, no nicknames. I hate nicknames, because I always get the stupid 'Marco polo' nickname, and I hate it. I'm not a game, I'm a person. People think it's funny that my parents would call me by a game, when they didn't, my mom just liked the name Marco, when she could have called me Mark, or something. But anyway, I like my name, just not nicknames.
I'm an asshole, and I don't care. I'm blunt about this, I'm painfully honest, and if you don't like it, then go away. I don't care. I have ADD, no, not ADHD, ADD. I can't pay attention for too long without getting distracted. I was able to maintain it, until I started messing with my daily intake of my pills to settle it, so I'm a bit off sometimes. But yeah, I have that. But I'm a good guy, like over all, I suppose. I mean, I don't take bullshit from people, and I'm rude, but I like to have a good time. Like, I don't judge people right off the bat, because that's just insane. I get to know them first. If I don't like, I'll tell you, though. Also, I'm gay, but I'm not all flamboyant and shit, I don't have a feminine voice, I sound like a guy, talk like a guy, act like a guy, walk like a guy. There have been times when I told people I'm gay and they were extremely surprised. 
So I'm the youngest of two, Matt being the first born, and my older brother by two years. We've always been close, but he went off to college, so I don't talk to him as much as I used to. We were together most of my childhood, we never parted each others sides, he even brought me to the skate park with him when he went. Yeah, I'm into skate boarding, so is he. He was also the one that introduced me to drugs, even though he tried to keep it at weed, but of course, I expanded from there. He was a dealer around here, I'm pretty sure he still does deal, wouldn't surprise me at all. 
Anyway, my family started off rough. Dad didn't like Matt, because Matt was loud as a child, I was quiet and did as I was told because that's how I was. Dad and mom fought a lot, because they were nothing alike, and they were young. She was sixteen when she had Matt, and had to quit school. He was barely seventeen, and wasn't the laws favorite. I was surprised that dad stuck around for as long as he did, I was seven when he got arrested, mom had went back to school, went back when I was about three, and was just starting towards being a nurse. Dad got arrested for shooting a guy, but whatever, he was useless around the house anyway. Mom was able to raise us on her own though, she got into that school to become a nurse or whatever, and got through that just fine, sometimes me and Matt had to stay with my grandmother, who had loads of cash, so it was fine. 
I had grew up to stick around Matt, because he was my idol. In my eyes, he was the coolest. In school, Matt even let me stick with him at reccess, because it made him know for sure that I was okay. He was thirteen when he started drugs, same time we moved into our nice home and mom started getting our life on track. He'd do drugs in his room, like smoke pot and stuff. I didn't know what it was at first, but that's typical for a young boy. It wasn't until I myself was thirteen did I ask about it, and he let me give it a go. So I did, and yeah. Now I do worse shit. He was my mentor through life. He showed me how to skate board since a young age, and I still do. 
So, age fifteen. Ah, the good ol' age fifteen. Matt moved out, got my like, fifth girlfriend, mom got a promotion, life was good. Well, I didn't like that Matt was gone but still. Me being absolutely amazing at math, I was gliding through school just fine. Anyway, girlfriend. She was older than me, one year older than me. She was into choir and all that shit I really did not give a damn about. She was sixteen, I was fifteen, she was beautiful and experienced, and I was adorable and new to this thing called love. Sure, I dated girls, took them on dates, made out with them in the back seat of their older siblings car, but this girl was different. If I could describe beauty and all it's wonders, I'd say her, well, then I would. A blonde bimbo just waiting for me. Gorgeous smile, tanned skin, blue eyes. Everything a boy wants. Well, we were at a party, everyone was older than me, one year older than me. She made me go because she didn't want to be the only one there without a date, so of course I said yes. We get trashed, I was falling on my face, we all were. We took an opportunity to slip outside, behind a large tree, and I lost my virginity to her. But drunk little dumb me forgot to use protection, and she hadn't bothered to ask her mom about the pill yet. So she got pregnant, was thinking about abortion, but our mothers wouldn't allow it. She gave birth to a boy, we named him Drew, and she left him with me. 
I had attempted to move out on my own, with my son when I was in my late sixteens, and I did, I just failed when my mom found out I was into drugs, she took Drew from me, and shortly after I lost my apartment and moved back in with her.
I think I found out I was gay shortly after I slept with that girl. I slept with a dude, like, two months after I slept with her, and thought it was the best thing ever. I tried to sleep with girls after that, but it just didn't compare, at all. The girl was crushed that we couldn't be together like she had hoped, I kinda was too, but whatever. We're still on good terms. "

YO, MY NAME IS EMILY AND I'VE BEEN DOING THIS SHIZZ FOR FOUR YEARS. I PLAY ONE OTHER CHARACTER. HERE'S SOME OF MY WORK: 

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