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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #724
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`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8
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888 888 888 888 888 "My Two Lives"
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Six
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 7/6/99
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
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Welcome to South Plainfield, NJ. We are a typical NJ small town, we
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are also the only South Plainfield in America. We have neighborhoods not
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based on housing developments, but based on nationality. I don't mean the
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Caucasian neighborhood and the african-american neighborhood either. I
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mean, if your polish you live in Geary Park, if you're Italian you live over
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in Holly Park with the Irish stuck in-between. We have many historical
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landmarks, such as a toxic landfill, the site of the first airport in NJ,
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old trolley tracks, many big Victorian houses, a couple of brothels, and a
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titty bar.
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So, on with my story, in my dear old town there is a way you are
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brought up, and it's not to be a nice person, or smart.. It is to be an
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athlete, or some type of athletic supporter. From a young age I was in
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dance, gymnastics, softball, field hockey, cheerleading, majorettes. Right
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smack dab in the middle of this world. I was an Irish-Italian girl from
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Holly Park with curly brown hair done just like Alyssa Milano's in Who's the
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Boss circa 1985. You couldn't be that smart, but you had to be kind of
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smart, college bound, high enough gpa to stay in activities, but not honor
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society high. Oh dear, god forbid if you had a computer.
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I've had a computer since I was 5. I just played games on it.
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November 27, 1991 is when my second life began. I had a neighbor Mike, that
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was a 'smart kid' and he also had a Commie 64. That afternoon my cat got
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hit by a car and I was devastated. I told Mike and he said 'YOU HAVE TO
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COME OVER, I found this thing you can call up and chat with people from
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North Jersey it's called an STS'. The beginning of the end.
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December 15th 1991 I slipped in gymnastics causing an injury that
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required surgery. I spent hours on this STS chatting and chatting. Soon
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they had meet's at diners I went to. Then as my injuries healed and I was
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thrust back into my South Plainfield life, while still maintaining my sts
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friends. Then my personality split.
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In town I was the daughter of a council woman with my Alyssa Milano
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hair, my 3.5 GPA, baton, saxophone and field hockey stick. On the STS I was
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the big mouth, sex fiend of a girl. Said what ever I pleased did whatever I
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wanted. If I had never been in marching band, this never would have
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happened but my worlds collided.
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October 1993, Junior year, Football game vs. Roxbury. I run into
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some STS kids exchanged hugs and things. It never occurred to me how
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outwardly nerdy these kids were, but someone noticed, to this day I don't
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know who. Apparently the kids were asked how they know me and they said
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from the computer, that was it.. it was all over.
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The story spread like wild fire.. Alicia is a computer geek, she's a
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spy she's trying to infiltrate our popular cliques with computers and disks
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and modems. Not that any of them knew what a modem was. Immediately I was
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thrust out. I was a band nerd, a computer nerd. My Alyssa hair soon became
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and short half shaved purple bob, my new friends were misfits. Cheerleaders
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threw ketchup at me if I had on the same sweater as one of them. My old
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friends didn't talk to me.. Simply because I owned a computer. After we
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graduated and my senior will simply read 'I Alicia S.. Leave.. Thank God!'
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I never attended the post graduation parties.. I slipped off into oblivion
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as far as anyone knew I moved far far away.
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As you already know, within the next couple of years the internet
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made its decent upon the world. I saw people from my high school popping up
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on AOL and on websites.. I just snickered to myself and kept hiding. My
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Alyssa hair grew back in time. Then someone found me. Then I went out with
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them. I got a ton of apologies. So here I am with my two lives.
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In town I am the daughter of the Rescue Squad Captain, and a Former
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Board of Education President. I have brown Alyssa Milano hair circa 1999.
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I am a secretary at a big corporation. My baton, saxophone, and field
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hockey stick sit in the back of my closet. On the STS which is now a
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BBS/Chat I am a big mouthed sex fiend. I say whatever I please and do
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whatever I want. I IRC all day from work. At night I drink at the Polish
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National Home bar, with my cheerleader/football player friends. The misfits
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don't talk to me anymore because I am too normal.
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I suppose you're wondering the point of this story.. There really is
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none. Except, it doesn't matter what you are or what you're like people
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just suck. If you are not like them they wont like you. I am grateful for
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my two lives, I feel I am a nicer more understanding person because of it.
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So in conclusion.. Have you hugged your modem today?
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #724 - WRITTEN BY: SIX - 7/6/99 ]
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