Post by nixon jeremy costello on Apr 1, 2013 14:03:30 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] NIXON JEREMY COSTELLO 23 | HETEROSEXUAL | MECHANIC | LOCAL | COLTON HAYNES THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? Yeah, no problem. I'm pretty fucking sure you know who I am though, since you sent a letter to my address asking me to come here in the first place... But whatever. I'm Nixon Jeremy Costello. Has a pretty ring to it, doesn't it? Thought so too. Most of my friends stick to calling me by Nix though. It's shorter I guess. Flows off the tongue a little easier. Every once in a while you'll catch an old family member calling me by my middle name, but it's generally just Nix or Nixon. I'm fine with either. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? Thanks, but uh, I'm a mechanic. Y'know, working with cars and motorcycles. All that fun stuff. I'm a bit of a grease monkey if I do say so myself. Fixing things is one of my few talents. I can take something apart, find the flaw, and put it all back together within a matter of hours or days. Really depends on how large the job is. I've been working on cars ever since I was a young kid. Just recently started getting into bikes though. My dad was a mechanic too, so when I was a kid I used hang around the shop and learn everything I could. Since then I've been sort of the manager/chief of the place. The original owner of the shop, Walt, has been getting up there in age and since he's known me for a long while, trusts me with almost everything around the place. Not that I really mind. I like keeping my hands busy. Takes my mind off of things and gives me something to work towards. Pays decent money too, so I can't really complain. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? Kinda biting off my answer for your previous question, but I love fixing shit. Sure it might get frustrating when I don't know what I'm doing, but I love a challenge to be honest with you. Anything that's complicated, you can be damn sure I'll be running myself up a wall trying to sort it out. So whether it be random household appliances or any sort of automobile I'm fixing, it doesn't really matter. Just like piecing things back together I guess. But what else is there? Damn, I don't really know. I'm not an interesting person. Don't go to school or anything like that so I'm not going to very many of the crazy college parties that kids throw around here. Most times I don't anyway. You might spot me at one or two here and there, but I dunno. I've got a bad history with drinking so I try to avoid it now. So I guess that doesn't really count as something I do for fun... I like to go water skiing? And wakeboarding. Kinda random, I know, but when you've only got a lake in town, you learn to make due with what ya got. So water sports are kind of my thing. Used to be on the swim team at the high school. For a year anyway. Then I got weirded out by the tight speedo things and couldn't do it anymore. Played a bit of ice hockey though. That shit was fun and helped me vent a little bit. So yeah, there you have it. WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? Not really. Not at all actually. I mean, maybe a little bit in the sense that I'm not some lazy fuck who wastes is time, but I guess people still think I'm lazy anyway because of my mannerisms. I'm the kind of person who just gives off the 'I don't give a shit' attitude. Because in reality, I really don't give a fuck. Say what you will about me, doesn't really matter. Sticks and stones, baby. For the most part anyway. I can take being poked and prodded, but only for so long. All men have some sort of temper and I'm not exception really. You can tell when I'm missed off because I get this brooding sort of appearance and I'll stare off into the distance, hoping the idiot who's pissing me off will take a hint. So in all fairness, I give people a chance to back the fuck off. After the initial, say... sixty seconds, I'll lose my shit if the jackass doesn't back off. I've got some patience, just not a lot. My tolerance for bullshit is pretty low. As if you hadn't noticed that already. I guess you can say I'm a sarcastic asshole too. If you're someone I don't like, or simply don't know, I'll probably dish out some level of sarcasm. Can't help it. It's just in my nature really. Goes back to the whole 'low tolerance for bullshit' thing I guess. I've come to the conclusion that most people are idiots so I don't bother pretending to be nice until I'm pushed to the point of giving up. Call me bitter if you will. As I've said before, I'm not bothered by name calling. I know I have an attitude, temper problem, and am just a flat out unlikable person. At least I'm not as horrible as some people these day though. My heart isn't completely made of stone. Compared to some people around this town, I'd actually say I'm pretty damned sweet. Don't fuss over how fat your wallet is and certainly couldn't care less about where you came from or what your story is. The way I look at it, everyone's got their demons and that's that. Whether or not you want to share 'em is completely up to you. Me? Well I don't really like to talk about my dirty little secrets. Made the mistake of letting people close to me and I doubt I'll ever get myself stuck out of that mess, so I try to avoid from letting people in. Yeah, I can be a good guy to talk to. I'll listen to you if you want to talk and I'll tell you how it is. No bullshit. Just don't think I'll go blathering every detail about myself to you. Yeah, no thanks. Ain't taking that sort of risk again. Alright, so you know how I said I wasn't totally made out of stone? Well, yeah, I'm not really. I just use that as some sort of a front. Can't have people knowing just how fucked up I really am. In truth, I'm not really as big and bad as I come off. I take things to heart. I'm sensitive and the people who are closest to me are the ones that hurt me most. It's always been that way and it's the reason behind my trust issues and bitterness. Guess I kinda set myself up for it though. Fell in love with a girl, but she fell for my best friend. Then my precious little sister killed herself. That... now that crushed me and just sent my life spiraling downward. It's probably why I've made so many bad choices in my life. When she killed herself, I lost it. Still haven't found myself really. There's a piece of me that'll always be missing before of her but she's also the reason why I can never be completely horrible to someone. I'd do anything to make a person happy, to keep them from making the same mistake she did. Anything at all. Of course it'll be in my begrudging, resentful, bitter way, but I'll always be there for someone who needs me. Even if I myself feel like shit because I have a funny way of putting other people before myself. Guess I'm really just a sap after all. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? My family is alright I guess. Nothing to really complain about. Middle class people, more on the lower end of the paycheck though. We had a decent house, decent relationship. I still talk to them from time to time but I've sort of distanced myself from them since... since I kind of spun out of control. They still love me. I'm the only kid they got left so they gotta watch out for me. Or make sure I don't kill myself. But I don't have any pets or anything like that, so yeah. Don't know what else you want me to say here. AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. Seriously? I don't have to tell you shit. I could leave right now if I wanted to. What is this interview even for? Woah.. no need to bring muscle in here. Fine, I'll tell you about it. Grew up in Brunswick with decent parents that loved each other. Didn't do drugs or anything of that sort. They were genuinely good people and tried to raise me in my sister right. The only problem they really had was with working all the time. They were hardly ever home, but tried to give us attention when they could. Me and my sister relied mostly on each other though. I helped her with her homework and she gave me advice on what I should and shouldn't wear to school. We were like best friends really and I loved her to pieces. Still love her. Will always love her. But the thing about Lily is... she was always kinda too nice. She was the quiet girl in class who always stuck to reading her books. Liked fictional characters over real people and she looked at things differently than most people. I, of course, fought off as many bullies as I could. Kept her close to my side, y'know? Lily had seemed to be alright though. She never talked about it or complained... but that had been her problem... she didn't talk about things and just kept them hidden. I'll get to that a little later though. I've got some other stuff to tell you first. Minor details to pave the way to the drama. So I was an alright student in school. Got into trouble because of my ways of being a smart ass, but in eighth grade I made some friends. Crazy, I know, but these two kids would end up being life long friends that would ultimately save me and fuck me up all at the same god damn time. Nolan and Averly. They were rich kids, so it was weird for me to befriend them since I hardly had even a dollar to my name, but they liked me and I liked them. I liked Nolan because he was somewhat of an ass like myself, so we got along with our similar view. I liked Averly because... well because she was a pretty girl. A nice girl too. And she was friends with Nolan so that gave me a reason to talk to her. The three of us got along just perfectly despite being a very unlikely trio of closely knit friends. The two of them were my only real friends in high school, and I kind of regret it. With them, I was pulled into all sorts of things I wouldn't have done otherwise. Because I was friends with popular people I got invited house parties and shit like that. Even got accepted onto the high school hockey team. At the time I thought that was all fucking great, but because of them I stopped paying as much attention to my sister as I should have. At the end of the day I still loved her. Still hung out with her and asked her how she was doing... but we weren't as close anymore. I didn't really think anything of it at the time, but near the end of my freshman year... the worst fucking thing that could have ever happened did. My sweet, precious, kind, lovable, perfect baby sister killed herself. Guess who was the one who found her face down on her bed with an empty bottle of pills by her side? Me. Yeah. I can't... I don't even want to talk about it. It was horrible. The worst fucking thing I've ever seen or felt or anything. Don't you dare to fucking tell me you understand or feel bad. I don't need your god damn sympathy. So she killed her self. Left a note explaining why. Apparently with me gone from the middle school, kids lost their fucking shit and just made her life a living hell. They were awful to her. Bullied her almost every day. She didn't give any names in the letter, but I still have it along with a few other things of her's. Like a birthday card she gave me and the necklace she never took off. They are all I have left of her... But anyway, after that I lost my shit. Didn't have a reason to live anymore. I hated everyone. Hated myself more than anything though. Started drinking a lot, getting into stupid fights in hopes of just accidentally getting myself killed. I didn't even care about my parents or what they were going through. Couldn't dare to think about it. I pushed everyone away, even my two best friends. Things were just bad for me for a solid few months. Didn't get better until Averly took care of my ass after one particularly nasty fight where I'd ended up blacking out and almost dying. After that I started to slowly get better. Stopped being so reckless to help ease my parent's worries. Lily's dead body still haunted me every night and losing her hardened me. Made me more bitter, but my two 'best friends' have some blame with who I am today. Averly and I were always close. I always liked her. Had a thing for her, but she and Nolan were a better match. They'd sort of already had a thing going on but the night of graduation... well, things got a little complicated that night. We were drunk, Av and I. And we were alone in Nolan's house... and yeah. It just wasn't good. A kiss turned into a few more and then clothes were on the floor. We ended up having sex, but that didn't mean as much to her as it had to me because shortly after, she and Nolan were packing up their bags and moving to LA, leaving me behind as if I didn't even matter. That was fine though, I guess. What would a kid like me do with kids like them? Av and Nolan flew me out there with them from time to time, but that was about it. They moved on with their lives together while I made mine in bumfuck Maine. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. My secret, huh? Well, no point in hiding this now. After my sister killed herself, I purposely went out and did random, reckless, dumb shit in hopes of ending my own life accidentally. Drank too much, took on fights were I was out numbered. My friend Nolan even pushed me into doing it really. I probably would have died that one night if Averly hadn't saved my ass. After that I came clean to my parents, told them that there was something seriously wrong with me and after that I was prescribed some anti-depressants to help me get better. To this day I still have to take them because I'll be at risk of killing myself again if I stop. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! Don't really have any dreams. No ambitions or anything. Probably just going to live out my days as a mechanic and die in my shitty house. I'm fine with that though. Passed the point of caring a long time ago. I know I'm still young and I have a chance to make more of myself, but I don't really want to. Don't see a real reason to. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. Yeah, guess it was. Have a cheeky fucking day. Hope my twisted tale didn't ruin it for you. 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