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  <title>Troubled thoughts</title>
  <subtitle>...and the self esteem to match.</subtitle>
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    <email>originaimoment@aol.com</email>
    <name>K E L S E N ; Ricky</name>
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  <updated>2009-06-10T01:04:52Z</updated>
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    <title>no_copyrights @ 2009-06-09T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T01:04:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T01:04:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Private&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years... That's a long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still miss you, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/Private&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>no_copyrights @ 2009-04-29T14:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T18:46:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T18:50:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a girl out. And &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; throw up on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your applause, please and thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, that bar in Charlston called and wants to book us for a gig. THe one we played at last time? They left a message on the house phone and they need an answer by thursday, so let me know.</content>
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    <title>oo2</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T00:38:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T00:49:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shameless spam. But this was too funny not to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89891774/twouble_with_twitters.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; since it obviously doesn't want to be embedded.</content>
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    <title>oo1</title>
    <published>2009-04-15T23:11:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-15T23:18:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yo guys. I was goin' through some old stuff... I don't even remember these being taken. You look pretty snazzy though, Russ, gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Des, we don't take pictures with you because most of the time we like to forget you exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/LadyRocket/beckett/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a110/LadyRocket/beckett/965113.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u154/mmmsodreamy/l_00686f9e99ac1293edcd6aef8a8c89fe.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Profile: Ricky M. Kelsen</title>
    <published>2009-04-14T23:33:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-20T00:40:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="30%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn20/pamberry/William%20Beckett/will13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF" size="4" face="verdana"&gt;basics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="000000"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;name:&lt;/b&gt; Richard Michael Kelsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nicknames:&lt;/b&gt; Ricky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;birthday:&lt;/b&gt; June 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;age:&lt;/b&gt; 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ability:&lt;/b&gt; empathic mimicry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;manner of speech:&lt;/b&gt; for the most part he's softspoken, sometimes to the point of mumbling, and he has a bit of a stutter that worsens when he's upset or excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIM:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF" size="4" face="verdana"&gt;personal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="000000"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;home:&lt;/b&gt; lives with his cousin and bandmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;parents:&lt;/b&gt; Caitlin Kelsen &lt;i&gt;nee Hanklin&lt;/i&gt; (mother, 41); Richard Kelsen Sr. (father, 52)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siblings:&lt;/b&gt; - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;other:&lt;/b&gt;  Ilene Hanklin-Braddock (aunt, 43); Dorian Braddock (uncle, 43); Cove Braddock (cousin, 22); Geoff Braddock (cousin, deceased); &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;financial status:&lt;/b&gt; lives on what he makes at the market and the pay the band manages to scrounge up from shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;occupation:&lt;/b&gt; Lyricist / Lead Bassist for Penance of the Intrinsics &amp; stock boy at Island Market Grocery Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="000000"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;height:&lt;/b&gt; 6'2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;weight:&lt;/b&gt; 130lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;build:&lt;/b&gt; Tall and extremely thin; looks like he'd blow over in a strong wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eye color:&lt;/b&gt; Hazel, switching between light brown and olive green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hair:&lt;/b&gt; dark brown, worn long down to his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dress style:&lt;/b&gt; Converse sneakers, skinny jeans, tight teeshirts, flannel shirts... in a word, "scene".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;possessions usually found on person:&lt;/b&gt; an old mint container where he hides his pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;defining marks:&lt;/b&gt; scar on his right elbow from a compound fracture he received when he was younger; a small birthmark on his left hipbone; a tattoo on his right wrist in memory of his cousin.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF" size="4" face="verdana"&gt;psychological &amp; physical&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="000000"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quirks/habits/mannerisms:&lt;/b&gt; has a bit of a stutter, mumbles when he talks, abuses drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;likes:&lt;/b&gt; music, bass guitar, playing shows, drugs, tight clothing, his hair, writing, booze, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dislikes:&lt;/b&gt; his speech impediment, haters, dogs, working, his dad, fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;introvert/extrovert:&lt;/b&gt; Mostly introverted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pessimist/optimist:&lt;/b&gt; Optimist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;faith:&lt;/b&gt; Music is his religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;phobias/fears:&lt;/b&gt; his dad, never being able to play again, dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eyesite:&lt;/b&gt; 20/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hearing:&lt;/b&gt; Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;left/right/ambi:&lt;/b&gt; Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;disabilities:&lt;/b&gt; mild speech impediment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;drinks/smokes:&lt;/b&gt; He drinks occasionally, though he prefers his other vices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;physical health:&lt;/b&gt; Looks underfed, but he's actually pretty healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;positive traits:&lt;/b&gt; sweet, gentle, talented, intelligent, creative, insightful, witty, loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;negative traits:&lt;/b&gt; shy, self-destructive, uncertain, lazy, sarcastic, secretive, addicted  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

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&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="000000"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;relationship status:&lt;/b&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sexual preference:&lt;/b&gt; Heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;past relationships:&lt;/b&gt;  TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best friends:&lt;/b&gt; Cove Braddock, Deslin Fischer, Russel King &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;close friends:&lt;/b&gt; Ophelia Dearborn, Tish Tomasi, Vera Tomasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;enemies:&lt;/b&gt; TBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

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&lt;tr bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="000000"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin Hanklin did not follow in the footsteps of her older sister. Whereas Ilene had settled down with a wealthy husband to begin her career and raise her family, the younger Hanklin opted instead for a less conventional approach. She had met Richard when she registered for his college-level American History course at the College of Charlston. Despite the obvious age difference between the two (she was only 18, he nearly 30), Cait found herself undeniably attracted to her teacher and it soon became apparent that the feeling was quite mutual. Their relationship was kept a secret for two years, mostly because Richard feared losing his position at the school, and rightly so. However, when Caitlin was twenty an unexpected pregnancy forced the two to become public with their affair, namely in the form of a proposal that had the rumor-mill buzzing for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a shot-gun wedding in every sense of the word, Caitlin's swollen stomach right there between them when the groom finally kissed the bride. Two months later found them with their first and only child, a beautiful baby boy that they named Richard after his father. The early years, the ones too far gone to remember save for by looking at photo books, were happy. Caitlin stayed at home and raised Richard Junior (nicknamed 'Ricky' due to the fact that Caitlin refused to call him 'Junior') while Richard worked, often taking him over to her sister's house so that he could play with his cousins. The three of them, Cove, Ricky and Geoff, were close from the beginning, and since Ricky didn't have any brothers of his own they quickly became acceptable substitutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Ricky became older his relationship with his father took an unexpected turn. It seemed that nothing he did was satisfactory to the man. Richard had been a star athlete in his prime, a jock in every sense of the word, and as such he expected his namesake to grow up to be a replica of himself. But it soon became apparent that Ricky was more interested in things like music and literature. He was tiny, 'puny' even, and his speech impediment was only an added source of frustration for the man (Ricky had developed a stutter at a young age). The first time he hit him had been because when asked a question regarding some undone chores, Ricky had stammered terribly and he had lost patience. This would happen every now and again, and though she was angry about it Caitlin just assumed that it would stop when Ricky got older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adolescent, Ricky was constantly hanging out at Cove and Geoff's house, mostly out of fear of his father. Because he was reserved and awkward at school, he didn't have many friends of his own and normally tagged along with Cove and his best friend Russel whenever Geoff was off at practice for one sport or another. Together, the three were neighborhood terrorists, causing mischief wherever they saw fit to do so. Not only was Ricky immersed fully into his musical ambitions by then (he tinkered around on the piano now and again and acted as the bass-player in all of Cove's half-brained band schemes), but he had begun to skateboard, activities that Richard despised. His long hair, tight clothing, effeminate mannerisms and reefer-smoking infuriated him to the point that whenever he happened to hear of the trouble his son was causing, Ricky would sport bruises for weeks. When he was thirteen he was shoved so hard that he ricocheted off the wall of the upstairs hallway and tumbled down the stairs. He later blamed the resulting compound fracture in his arm on a skateboarding accident in his driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he was spending so much time with his cousins, Geoff's unexpected illness and resulting death struck him particularly hard. It was a grievous blow, and for the better part of the service he wandered around as though in a daze. When he found Cove in the bathroom snorting lines of powder off the sink, he found himself unable to resist when he was offered some. Why the hell shouldn't he? Nothing made sense. The high he felt afterwards was a spark of sensation through the numbness... together, he and Cove began to experiment more heavily with drugs. To everyone else, even Cove, it seemed like this was just another act of monkey-see, monkey-do. It was no secret that Ricky looked up to Cove like the older brother he'd never had. But what no one knew was that, while Cove had introduced him to drugs, Ricky did not simply follow him down into the depths of addiction. No, he took his own path there. It started out as a way to stifle the pain of Geoff's passing, but when Cove began to take drugs simply for lack of anything better to do, Ricky was still trying to deal with the agony of having to live at home. And the drugs certainly helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after Cove graduated that Ricky's life began to turn around. The new house his cousin had received as a graduation gift happened to have an extra room in it, a perfect place for him to spend the night when things got too bad at home; after one final, epic beating from his father after his own graduation ceremony, Ricky finally moved in for good. Being free of such a restrictive atmosphere gave Ricky a greater sense of self, and within a year the change in him was startling. His drug use, while still a cause for concern, ebbed slightly so that he was able to at least function in normal social settings, if not under some suspcion. Even his stutter seemed to improve with each passing day. Living with Cove and his bandmates enabled him to use music freely as a creative outlet... there was nothing he would rather do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day no one except his mother knows about what his father put him through, though there has certainly been some speculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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