Hi, my name is M.
I’m a grown man in my thirties, and by most accounts, a normal guy. What my friends and family don’t know, is that from the age of 14 to 18, I went through an extreme period of antisocial criminal behavior that I managed to keep a secret from my both my loved ones and the authorities.
Until puberty hit me at around 14, my life revolved around staying on the honor roll at my Catholic school, reading comic books, and learning about art and science. I was the kind of cute articulate kid moms and dads parade around at social gatherings in order to rub their superior parenting skills in other people’s faces. After 18, I went to a top tier college, and since then have had a normal and satisfying life, the contents of which is none of your business.
But for some unknown reason, whether it be hormones or the Miami heat, during the four years in between age 14 and 18, I was obsessed with sex and violence. I cheated on tests, talked about all my friends behind their backs, used women as sex objects, destroyed private property, got into fights, even built bombs and set them off in public places. My journals are all that remain of how I got away with it all.
Now just in case you’ve been watching too many movies, I am not the product of a broken home, poverty, drug abuse, or stupidity. (Well, stupidity is debatable.) As a teenager, I had a loving if slightly dysfunctional upper middle class family, maintained a high GPA at one of the most academically competitive elite private schools in the country, got a merit based financial scholarship to a good college, never got arrested, and never did illegal drugs. In fact, being an immigrant and all, my life was the personification of the American dream.
I will however maintain my anonymity, just in case any of the stories I tell here could still get me in trouble today. The names of the people involved will of course, have been changed just enough, to allow plausible deniability, and I’ll leave it up to you to guess during what four years all these events happened.
Normally, I wouldn’t be doing something as stupid as airing my dirty laundry on the internet, but lately, I’ve had trouble sleeping. The way I see it, if a man is going to stay up til four in the morning frittering away his set ration of existence, he might as well tell his story. So whether you like it or not, get ready to see what the life of this teenage boy was really like.
M