BROOKS, dexter saul

[dexter saul brooks]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

DEXTER SAUL BROOKS*

Well, born in the lovely Hollywood was me! Haha, yeah right. Let's start it where my mother was knocked up by a drug dealer while she was at a strip club. He wanted nothing to do with me. Hell, he probably doesn't know my fucking name. Four years later came Della. My little half sister. Then a year after came my younger brother Alexander. Well, I think I was eight when I realized that something was wrong when I heard a huge big bang and looked across the street to see a man bleeding from his chest.

I knew what guns were but nothing like that had ever happened to me. When I turned twelve I was rebellious. I went against everything my mother said. By sixteen I had tattoos up and down my arms and piercings. I dragged my sister out one day. I think she was twelve. She was going through the same shit. We ran into a few people. They were a gang called the Roses.They had heard of me. See, at school people looked at my sister in the wrong way, I would snap and punch. I never think before I reacted everything was a knee jerk sorta of thing to me. I joined them, thinking 'hey it brings money in'. Our leader died three weeks later. I took his place.

Believe me when I say this. But I never wanted it to be like that. I never wanted to lead my sister and family into thinking I was killed. The first thing I remembered was that I was in trouble with a boss for a seedy drug exchange. He was after me and it would take anything to get me. He would hurt them. I couldn't let them. So, me and my gang members minus Della staged a fake death. Leading my family into think I was killed. After that I left Hollywood and headed towards New York City.

I took on a different name there...Well two. I was found out after the first one. They changed it and I had doing pretty good, working for another gang. I had gotten news that they were no longer after me. The boss who was after me thought that I was dead and lost interested in killing me. Thankfully. I had became a huge heroin addict during the course of my travels. I couldn't handle it and the drugs helped me calm down. Add me thinking that I'm a fat kid, which I'm not but it's just a habit. I throw up eveything I eat. So, yeah. I'm a mess. I know. It's nothing new really. I know I've fucked up and probably won't be forgiven. Then I started kissing men. Deciding that I just didn't give a shit on what the gender was..I just went for what they looked like

So, I left again...New York just wasn't my place and by that time I was just whatever about the whole thing...Then something happened and I accidentally killed someone who was trying to rob me. Sure, it was self defense but still, I was use to killing people by then. Didn't take that much of a affect on me so I stopped caring about others well being, I made it to Seattle and I met up with these guys and hey, how cool was that. I showed them I could play guitar they were all fucked up like me and all were yeah, so that's how I joined Back To The Dead as their lead guitarist. Oh, they also keep teasing me, saying how i look like craig owens. Not cool dudes, not cool at all./

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

hi im avery, im one of the admins here on this lovely tour. i play the phoenixs, dare and roza. Dexter is my baby i love him to death but hes a shit head.

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.