was not looking to be a
… He was looking to be
you could say I
was in the
wrong place at
sometimes I like
to think I was in
the right place
at the right time.
Chapter 1 The Impactor Hurt
Sure, if I was in a different place at a different
time I wouldn’t have gotten bullied among the
Sure, if I wasn’t bullied among
the other students, I wouldn’t
have turned into a giant creep.
St. Bargo’s Hostial
New York City June of 2012
And If I didn’t turn into a giant creep,
I wouldn’t have tried to redeem
Myself by becoming a super hero.
And If I didn’t try to redeem
Myself by becoming a super hero...
… I wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed about to die, would I?
broken right leg,
broken left arm.
And as my final moments carry me
into a state of rest in the great beyond,
all I can do is wonder.
What made me do what I did?
Name: Dweighton Scottsman
Diaphragm and face busted wide open
Bullet wounds to the
foot and abdomen
We are doing what we can to save him.
But he may die.
How I became a super hero, how I became ..!!..!!..!!..!!..
Why did I do it for so long?
Where did I go wrong?
Was it worth it?
Slaving his ass over
the power point
New York City
In 2008, while I was on break in between
high school and college, a new revolution
That revolution was super heroes.
Really. Not that stuff you see in the movies or the comic
books. Real life people dressing up in their best home
made clothes and fighting crime. The real life super
heroes. That’s what we called them.
Some of them were successful.
Some of them failed.
Oh My Gosh!
to be a
Then I joined the super hero scene.
But Maybe I’m Getting Ahead Of Myself…
Let’s Start From The Beginning……
pick on you!
1989 is when I was born. Unfortunately, I do not
remember much of the first four years of my life. I am
told that I was very cheerful, happy, energetic and
playful. The earliest that my memory goes back is to
when I was five and starting kindergarten.
Bullying, like a social and public STD, is an ongoing
crisis that is too much ignored until it’s way too late to
solve. I was one of the students who was bullied
constantly. At first I was a very friendly student. But
then, by the time I was done with elementary school, I
started acting like a spoiled little child. My parents
punished me a lot when I was little for everything I did.
My siblings weren’t so nice to me either. When I wasn’t
at school I was getting beaten up by them.
Chicago Illinois Elementary School:
Fall of 1994
Un cool, joyful and happy even though I
was getting beaten up.
Immature at the beginning.
So I Mature up later on.
Bullying goes from physical violence to bad rumors.
Get laid every now and then by a crack whore or some emotionally-unstable
The emotions are as followed:
Acting like a real creep. My best defense
for not getting beaten up
but still not making me a lot of friends.
Dark. Acting like a punk.
My parents are very successful
Yet still they cannot raise a child who goes to college or has a future or a career.
They eased up on punishing me.
So did my siblings when I got older and started acting tougher.
While I was lucky to have a family that took care of me, I didn’t see things like
At the time, the only things I saw in my family was abuse and anger, though
now I realize how unreasonable my whole generation was, though it I s too
late for me to appreciate them right now.
What are you going to
do about Dweighton,
I don’t know, Patrick! He
has been misbehaving like
this after graduation and
refuses to attend any more
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