PORTER, PEYTON E.

[PEYTON EZEQUIEL PORTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2nqfdd2.jpg); border: solid 5px #d6d6d6; width: 250px; -webkit-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; line-height:85%; margin-top: 5px] PEYTON EZEQUIEL PORTER, "THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES WHEN YOU PARTY JUST LIKE I DO." TWENTY-TWO | ALL OUT OF RIOT | BASSIST | ANDY GLASS "SO TELL ME, WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?" "right. let's get it fuckin' started. i'm peyton, i'm twenty two, and if you don't know who i am, you're fuckin' dense. but just so you know now, i'm the bassist of all out of riot. i don't like teases, i don't like booze hogs, and i love rock 'n roll." "RIGHT RIGHT, SORRY. SO TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF." "well life's basically a comic book. really, it is. there's the heroes, and the villians. the good girls, and the bad guys. good versus evil. well i fall into the 'villains' by most people's standard. apparently when you're brutally honest, put yourself above others, and don't like to clean up the emotional messes you make, you're a bad guy. but i don't think i'm that bad. and neither do my bros. i mean, did the joker have any friends? no. and i do. so clearly, not a villan here. i just tell it like it is, live it like it is, and take it like it is, simple as that. it's a pretty black and white world around here, despite what everyone else things. the grey is nothing but bullshit and half-truths. and yeah, that type of attitude can get you into trouble. i've been my fair share of fights, made a good amount of enemies. i don't really give a fuck if i likable. i care about booze, drugs, and my bass. oh yeah, and my band." "INTERESTING! WHERE WAS IT THAT YOU SAID YOU COME FROM?" "born and raised in las vegas nevada. and my family a great little sin city tale, too. the stripper who married the drunk business tycoon. you'd be surprised how much money you can make by having a bastard child with the man who owns half of vegas. he gave my mom enough hush money that she never had to work for much, and in return i never had to spend any weekends or summers with a sperm donor pretendeding to give a shit about me. i guess that easy life gave me the room to be lazy and quit high school. but whatever. i turned out alright. at least i think so, which is all that fuckin' matters." "WOW. SO WHAT IS A DAY IN THE LIFE OF YOU LIKE?" "well now that tour started, my day gets a lot less organized. mostly because we tend to do whatever the fuck we want during tour. i usually wake up hungover, drink a beer to cure it. double pits to chesty, find cloths that smell clean and then eat ramen for breakfast. wake some other fucker up to patrol around with. walk around and sign things, make funny faces at cameras. do some signings, or sell merch with our merch guy for fun. play a set. and after that? well.. we get hammered. and that's it." "NICE. LAST QUESTION... WHY ARE YOU WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW AND WHAT DOES THE FUTURE LOOK LIKE FOR YOU?" "honestly, i'm just here out of fuckin' luck. i dropped out of school in ten grade, spent all my time on the bass, and managed to be in a band that got signed. as for the future. i've always just planned on living fast and dying hard. the 27 club is never too full." "ANYTHING ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO ADD?" "yeah, you got any weed?" hey there, the name's brie. i live in the alaska time zone and this is my second character.