Name : Harry
Location : Wisconsin
Age / D.O.B. : 13
Hobbies : Computer, Guitar, Listening to music
Interests : computer, guitar, music, technology
Weight / Height : 180 pounds, maybe 5'8 or '7
Likes : Guitar, freedom, dissent, music
Dislikes : People who say "Love it or leave it" [how about fucking improving, eh?], pricks and rap.
Music : Metal, neoclassical, heavy, death and black; classic, hard, alternative and modern rock. Blues.
Information about Yourself :
I once was shot in the stomach. It happened when I was walking home from school. This guy came out, demanded all my money, and i said "fuck you." he shot me in the stomach, then ran. someone came about 5 minutes later, and called an ambulance. After it got there, I went to the hospital. There, my mother got scared and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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