RINGER, TERRY A.

[TERRY ALFIE RINGER]

[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] TERRY ALFIE RINGER, "i’m 100% nigga" TWENTY THREE | URBAN PHOTOGRAPHY | HEAD PHOTOGRAPHER | COLTON ONUSHKO "SO TELL ME, WHO ARE YOU AGAIN?" "ugh, i’m terry alfie ringer. yes, i have a girls name, but i have a man’s dick, so don’t joke about it. i’m twenty three years old and i’m the head photograper at urban photography." "RIGHT RIGHT, SORRY. SO TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF." "my personality? fuck, i hate these things. i guess i’m, like, rude. not rude as in i’ll make you cry, even though i’ve done that a handful of time. i don’t intent to be rude, okay? it sort of happens. i mean, sorry if i make biting remarks and tell you the truth? like, what do you want me to do? go all mean girls on you and write it in some pussy book? yeah, no. i’m also loud, if you couldn’t guess. i hate quiet bitches, unless i work with you. then i don’t hate you, i just deal with you. i hate people, also, by the way. look, i’m not a positive ray of sunshine, so what else do i have to say? that’s enough, right? too bad, it’s enough for me." "INTERESTING! WHERE WAS IT THAT YOU SAID YOU COME FROM?" "where did i come from? a crack whore mother and a douche bag father. do i really need to talk about this? okay, fine. my parents had me when my mom was nineteen and my dad was twenty four. the funny thing is that my mom was addicted to coke when she had me, so i had to get weened off of it right away. they had an affair. she was the hot new intern, he was the guy who had it all. it’s like the story everyone dreams to have, a hot romance that could blossom into a beautiful love. too bad my mom got fired from her job and got addicted to coke, and too bad i never met my father. talk about a life you really want to live. i barely saw my mom, so i grew up on my own. got expelled from school when i was fifteen and went to a different one and got my high school diploma. i have a gift for photography, you know. i got a scholarship for an art school to major in photography because god knows my mother wouldn’t be able to handle that shit. i hate my mom. she ruined everything for herself and all for what? to have me? yeah, great deal with the devil. anyway, uh. my mom died when i was twenty, and i never said goodbye. i didn’t really care, i still don’t. call me heartless, but she didn’t do anything for me except have me meet a new “uncle” every few months and move around as if we lived the life of nomads. i came out here and i got a job at urban photography. i worked my way up and good luck trying to knock me down, it’s not happening." "WOW. SO WHAT IS A DAY IN THE LIFE OF YOU LIKE?" "well, i usually wake up next to a beautiful naked woman. i ask her name and she asks mine and we take a shower together. then, i make her breakfast and usually get a quickie in before work starts. i’m magic with my tongue, the rumors are true. then i usually get to work and each day i’m on time, thank you god for small miracles. i usually take some pictures or nap when nothing is going on. i make fun of chelsea because it’s fun to make fun of her. then i go home and i laze around for a few hours, i pregame, i go out, and repeat. it’s fun being me sometimes." "NICE. LAST QUESTION... WHY ARE YOU WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW AND WHAT DOES THE FUTURE LOOK LIKE FOR YOU?" " to get the fuck away from my mom and show people i can actually make something of my life. what other motivation do i need? a hallmark card?" "ANYTHING ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO ADD?" "yes, i really am that good in bed. " hey there, the name's lizz. i live in the eastern time zone and this is my second character.