"DRAWIN UP THE PLANS"
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I MADE A THREAD ABOUT THIZ ALREADY BUT IT WAZ A WHILE AGO
http://www.siccness.net/vb/showthread.php?threadid=38290
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"Being Ryan Wood" An essay by XDingbasi | Back to Top |
What makes up the mind of Ryan Wood? I asked myself this question while riding in the back of a limo watching people walking down the street. I sipped on a glass of red wine, Copula ’82 and pondered about this topic. My girl friend at the time, named Stacy gave me the inspiration to really get inside Woodie’s head. After she finished giving me oral sex she suggested (while swallowing cum) that I do what Woodie does.
So I began my experiment. Much like a young virgin entering college I wasn’t sure where to start. My bare feet had merely tested the cold water of the unknown. But being the pursuer that I was I shut my eyes and plunged in.
I started out by changing the way I dressed. I traded in my thousand dollar Gucci and Armani suits for Fubu and Phat Farm clothes. Cheap sweaters and caps along with baggy pants that didn’t fit me at all became my new wardrobe.
Next came the drinking, I drank 40’s instead of my usual mineral spring water. I stopped attending my 9 o clock tea times with my business buddies because my massive hangovers were getting to be too much. Along with drinking I began referring to Stacy no longer at “sweet heart, pumpkin” or “love of my life” and began calling her “bitch”, “whore” and “ho.”
Yes I was really beginning to become Woodie Wood. But I was still living in my 3.5 million dollar mansion and driving my hundred thousand dollar Viper. So I gave them both up for a time while I could research. I moved myself to the slums of Antioch and drove a beat up ’69 Skylark. How was I to know that this car was quite valuable, two days after living in Chicago it was stolen. Good riddance though because it had the most ugly burgundy color, the new owner will hopefully ready it for a paint job.
While I was living like Woodie, I wasn’t really entering the mind of Ryan Wood. My girl friend told me I was a fanatic and the people I thought were my friends stopped talking to me. I wanted someone to be my friend and for the first time I realized that I was a shallow person. Woodie cannot be a shallow person and so I changed my ways.
I got a job in a deli where all sanitation laws were broken. I think the manager was impressed by my quick ability to learn and how I enjoyed cleaning up that dump. Still though, I wasn’t turning into Woodie. I was doing the opposite by taking advantage of a real job opportunity. I quit my job and attempted to receive welfare but due to my large income I was denied the money.
I found myself sleeping on the streets in a blanket I bought from K-Mart and wearing dirty old Phat Farm jeans that seemed more filthy than my sewer drenched hair. I thought my research was becoming a waste and decided I should just give up and go back to my fancy foods and upper class ways of life.
Then I found myself in the middle of a shoot out. It was the most exciting time of my life. Three homies walked past me in the gutter I was laying down in. And two homies walked across the dark street. A car back fired about a quarter mile away and the five people began shooting at one another. Both the two men in the street were killed quickly because they had no way of covering themselves. But this came after one of the other three homies was shot. It was so incredible watching those two black men die before my eyes. I felt like a white slave owner punishing a slave after it knocked over my 2000 dollar Winnie the Pooh plate set.
I had truly felt what it was like to be in the head of Woodie wood. It was scary, perverse and I got an erection. Fucking hoes, killing foes and doing drugs was what it was like to be Woodie. I would recommend to anyone that they take the Ryan Wood test and do as I did and live in the slums of Antioch.
I feel I have taken something special from Woodie’s lifestyle. I feel like I am a real homie.
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DAM
One part I noticed was the part where he said "two days after living in Chicago it was stolen" He doesn't even know Woodie is from California i guess.
What makes up the mind of Ryan Wood? I asked myself this question while riding in the back of a limo watching people walking down the street. I sipped on a glass of red wine, Copula ’82 and pondered about this topic. My girl friend at the time, named Stacy gave me the inspiration to really get inside Woodie’s head. After she finished giving me oral sex she suggested (while swallowing cum) that I do what Woodie does.
So I began my experiment. Much like a young virgin entering college I wasn’t sure where to start. My bare feet had merely tested the cold water of the unknown. But being the pursuer that I was I shut my eyes and plunged in.
I started out by changing the way I dressed. I traded in my thousand dollar Gucci and Armani suits for Fubu and Phat Farm clothes. Cheap sweaters and caps along with baggy pants that didn’t fit me at all became my new wardrobe.
Next came the drinking, I drank 40’s instead of my usual mineral spring water. I stopped attending my 9 o clock tea times with my business buddies because my massive hangovers were getting to be too much. Along with drinking I began referring to Stacy no longer at “sweet heart, pumpkin” or “love of my life” and began calling her “bitch”, “whore” and “ho.”
Yes I was really beginning to become Woodie Wood. But I was still living in my 3.5 million dollar mansion and driving my hundred thousand dollar Viper. So I gave them both up for a time while I could research. I moved myself to the slums of Antioch and drove a beat up ’69 Skylark. How was I to know that this car was quite valuable, two days after living in Chicago it was stolen. Good riddance though because it had the most ugly burgundy color, the new owner will hopefully ready it for a paint job.
While I was living like Woodie, I wasn’t really entering the mind of Ryan Wood. My girl friend told me I was a fanatic and the people I thought were my friends stopped talking to me. I wanted someone to be my friend and for the first time I realized that I was a shallow person. Woodie cannot be a shallow person and so I changed my ways.
I got a job in a deli where all sanitation laws were broken. I think the manager was impressed by my quick ability to learn and how I enjoyed cleaning up that dump. Still though, I wasn’t turning into Woodie. I was doing the opposite by taking advantage of a real job opportunity. I quit my job and attempted to receive welfare but due to my large income I was denied the money.
I found myself sleeping on the streets in a blanket I bought from K-Mart and wearing dirty old Phat Farm jeans that seemed more filthy than my sewer drenched hair. I thought my research was becoming a waste and decided I should just give up and go back to my fancy foods and upper class ways of life.
Then I found myself in the middle of a shoot out. It was the most exciting time of my life. Three homies walked past me in the gutter I was laying down in. And two homies walked across the dark street. A car back fired about a quarter mile away and the five people began shooting at one another. Both the two men in the street were killed quickly because they had no way of covering themselves. But this came after one of the other three homies was shot. It was so incredible watching those two black men die before my eyes. I felt like a white slave owner punishing a slave after it knocked over my 2000 dollar Winnie the Pooh plate set.
I had truly felt what it was like to be in the head of Woodie wood. It was scary, perverse and I got an erection. Fucking hoes, killing foes and doing drugs was what it was like to be Woodie. I would recommend to anyone that they take the Ryan Wood test and do as I did and live in the slums of Antioch.
I feel I have taken something special from Woodie’s lifestyle. I feel like I am a real homie.
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DAM
One part I noticed was the part where he said "two days after living in Chicago it was stolen" He doesn't even know Woodie is from California i guess.
