Post by Alec Sutton on Apr 25, 2013 7:41:22 GMT -5
"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him." Revelation 6:8
Alec Ryan Sutton
2000 South Bayshore Drive
Coconut Grove, FL 33133
205 West 57th Street
New York, NY 10019
Email Address: AlecRSutton@aol.com
Phone: 212 252 7423
Mother's Maiden name: Harper
Birthday: March 2nd, 1988
Occupation: Professional Slacker; Sexual Deviant; College Grad; CEO of A.R.S. Consulting.
Father: John Sutton, CEO of General Dynamics Aerospace
Mother: Megan Harper-Sutton, heiress and generous contributor to numerous charitable organizations.
IDENTITY
Funny how such a personal thing is so easily exchanged.
HISTORY
Everyone has one. Some tend to be a bit more ... colorful, than others.
THE PAST
Here's to staying a step or two ahead of it...
PRIORS
Numerous and nasty. Sometimes a guy just wants a little fun.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
An explanation is in order...
So the asshole whom I most often refer to as my father called. Naturally he once more busted my balls for being an unproductive burden to society. Once more busted my balls over my ... "criminal record." As if I'm some menace to society. So let me break down just what it is I did.
My first arrest. Drug possession. My eighteenth birthday. I'm on my way to my birthday party, which was being held at Memorial Park in Winchester, so that Grams could be there. I have a busted tail light. Ohio policemen have no sense of humor that they're aware of. I get pulled over. And yes, I was a little flip in my responses, but a busted tail light and a smart mouth shouldn't get you and your vehicle searched. However, as I mentioned before, Ohio cops have no sense of humor that they're aware of.
So here I am, with my first arrest. Drug possession. They want me to roll over on my source. Where did I buy it, how often, how much did the dealer have... Well I wasn't about to tell them shit. Especially since I'd actually gotten the dime bag from my grandmother. A little something for my cousin and I, she was young once, etc, etc. Grams was a cool old bird, by the way. Miss that woman.
My father insists that I roll over on the 'scumbag', not realizing that said 'scumbag' was his own mother. I refused. They were about to slap me in jail when Mom stepped in. Told Dad to fix it or else. Which pissed him off. He hates it when Mom trumps him on anything. And she has the clout to do it. But it strained an already bent relationship.
Which brings us to arrest number two. Seven months later, I'm in Gainseville visiting a waitress from a local bar and grill when her boyfriend, whom she'd neglected to mention, shows up. He said a few things, I said a few things, he threw a punch, and I ... broke his arm, but he swung first. It wasn't my fault she failed to mention she was seeing someone. Women.
Again, I am arrested despite the fact that he threw the first punch. Long story short, the self proclaimed victim was bought off; all his medical bills were paid along with a tidy sum for keeping his mouth shut. Again, thanks to Mom.
Arrest Number Three. The BIG one. I'd been seeing this chick for about two weeks, she told me she was a student at The Art Institute of Florida, which I should have known was a lie, in retrospect because seriously, I don't recall that school having a really strong sports program that would require cheerleaders... Anyway. One thing leads to another and she's giving me head. The best head I'd had to date, by the way. And into her apartment, which turns out wasn't hers, but her sister's who did, in fact attend the Art Institute, walks her father. To say this was awkward would be an understatement. What's more, I found out only after her father had found her with my dick in her mouth and my balls in her hand, that she was like sixteen and ten months of age.
That one got me three years, suspended sentence. My probation expires December 7th, 2011. All I have to do is keep it together for another eight months, call my PO on a weekly basis, and keep my grades up. Which are actually not mine, but my cousin's, but he's attending Harvard now in my place and I'm at St John's Midwestern in his place, so there you have it.
And here we are, Spring Break, and my father calls to bust my balls because God forbid I got a fucking B on a mid term. Which means Ryan got a B on a mid term. And the old man is wanting to know what the fuck. So now, I gotta call my cousin so I know what to tell the fucker.
Why can't he just keep playing the big shot in a suit and leave my ass alone?
Alec Ryan Sutton
2000 South Bayshore Drive
Coconut Grove, FL 33133
205 West 57th Street
New York, NY 10019
Email Address: AlecRSutton@aol.com
Phone: 212 252 7423
Mother's Maiden name: Harper
Birthday: March 2nd, 1988
Occupation: Professional Slacker; Sexual Deviant; College Grad; CEO of A.R.S. Consulting.
Father: John Sutton, CEO of General Dynamics Aerospace
Mother: Megan Harper-Sutton, heiress and generous contributor to numerous charitable organizations.
IDENTITY
Funny how such a personal thing is so easily exchanged.
HISTORY
Everyone has one. Some tend to be a bit more ... colorful, than others.
THE PAST
Here's to staying a step or two ahead of it...
PRIORS
Numerous and nasty. Sometimes a guy just wants a little fun.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
An explanation is in order...
So the asshole whom I most often refer to as my father called. Naturally he once more busted my balls for being an unproductive burden to society. Once more busted my balls over my ... "criminal record." As if I'm some menace to society. So let me break down just what it is I did.
My first arrest. Drug possession. My eighteenth birthday. I'm on my way to my birthday party, which was being held at Memorial Park in Winchester, so that Grams could be there. I have a busted tail light. Ohio policemen have no sense of humor that they're aware of. I get pulled over. And yes, I was a little flip in my responses, but a busted tail light and a smart mouth shouldn't get you and your vehicle searched. However, as I mentioned before, Ohio cops have no sense of humor that they're aware of.
So here I am, with my first arrest. Drug possession. They want me to roll over on my source. Where did I buy it, how often, how much did the dealer have... Well I wasn't about to tell them shit. Especially since I'd actually gotten the dime bag from my grandmother. A little something for my cousin and I, she was young once, etc, etc. Grams was a cool old bird, by the way. Miss that woman.
My father insists that I roll over on the 'scumbag', not realizing that said 'scumbag' was his own mother. I refused. They were about to slap me in jail when Mom stepped in. Told Dad to fix it or else. Which pissed him off. He hates it when Mom trumps him on anything. And she has the clout to do it. But it strained an already bent relationship.
Which brings us to arrest number two. Seven months later, I'm in Gainseville visiting a waitress from a local bar and grill when her boyfriend, whom she'd neglected to mention, shows up. He said a few things, I said a few things, he threw a punch, and I ... broke his arm, but he swung first. It wasn't my fault she failed to mention she was seeing someone. Women.
Again, I am arrested despite the fact that he threw the first punch. Long story short, the self proclaimed victim was bought off; all his medical bills were paid along with a tidy sum for keeping his mouth shut. Again, thanks to Mom.
Arrest Number Three. The BIG one. I'd been seeing this chick for about two weeks, she told me she was a student at The Art Institute of Florida, which I should have known was a lie, in retrospect because seriously, I don't recall that school having a really strong sports program that would require cheerleaders... Anyway. One thing leads to another and she's giving me head. The best head I'd had to date, by the way. And into her apartment, which turns out wasn't hers, but her sister's who did, in fact attend the Art Institute, walks her father. To say this was awkward would be an understatement. What's more, I found out only after her father had found her with my dick in her mouth and my balls in her hand, that she was like sixteen and ten months of age.
That one got me three years, suspended sentence. My probation expires December 7th, 2011. All I have to do is keep it together for another eight months, call my PO on a weekly basis, and keep my grades up. Which are actually not mine, but my cousin's, but he's attending Harvard now in my place and I'm at St John's Midwestern in his place, so there you have it.
And here we are, Spring Break, and my father calls to bust my balls because God forbid I got a fucking B on a mid term. Which means Ryan got a B on a mid term. And the old man is wanting to know what the fuck. So now, I gotta call my cousin so I know what to tell the fucker.
Why can't he just keep playing the big shot in a suit and leave my ass alone?