PALMER, nathan bryce

i can easily fit into any crowd from the pranksters to the jocks to the loners, hey..we all have our sad days too. i just moved here from maine.  i was born in south africa actually but got raised in maine so i consider it my "hometown". my life has been all about privilege but i’m not entirely stuck up but i will admit that even i do have my moments. i did have a pet llama which was pretty cool, raised him from a...uh, baby. what the hell do they call a baby llama!? ANYWAY, i do not think this is the best place for him..the big city..no no. i’m a bit of a party boy, which small towns are known to have good ones, right? see, i got into trouble at my old high school, did a few pranks and took pictures of the evidence because that’s my talent…among any things. pass that onto the ladies, will you? thanks.

yes i have a knack for photography and it’s a perfect use of a pick up line too, oh the many things that you can do with a camera. anyway, yes i had an ostrich and we let loose from time to time, it came with me on my chores around the house like watering the lawn and such but now oscar the ostrich is on a reserve somewhere hopefully having his own little family. that is why i am here actually, family. it’s a word that i don’t know too well as my parents were always kind of busy for me and i found other ways to occupy by time. as a child, i would play in the backyard, take photos, in my younger teenage years, we would play football and basketball and then the partying began. they started off slow, and rather childish. we would lock our friends in a closet with a girl and play that seven minutes in heaven game. woo hot stuff, let me tell you. i got my first kiss during spin the bottle and my first girlfriend after being locked in closet with her. grade uh, 7. that relationship lasted about 8 minutes cause as soon as we got out of the closet, she was not all that attractive. bit shallow i guess in that sense but hey hey..before you judge, everyone is shallow.

i just have taste, refined taste like my parents. might be the only thing that they are proud of me for. but yes, my friends and i we were wild party animals back in south africa. we all were rich and had no limits, or we thought that we had no limits. about six months ago, my friends and i, along with our fellow classmates, destroyed a house that was being built. the damages were excessive and costly and my parents had enough. i had gotten into a lot of trouble at that point, and this was my parent’s last straw. they shipped me off. better than military school, but i’m not even living with someone close to my parents. like this isn't my aunt's or my cousin's, this is some distance relative that i didn't even know exists. he is just as thick as my parents, meaning, i can do whatever i want still. my habits have not changed, they are just cut back due to this being my 'last chance' and i don't think a pretty boy like me will survive in military school....or jail...

i’ve never had to work for anything or for anyone. never held a job but i do the value of work because of my parents’ jobs. they worked constantly and though they tried their hardest to raise me, my nanny did most of the work. but i guess partying is work, it’s hard work to drag that keg and pick the music. it’s hard work to throw the perfect party and some are hit and misses and others are nothing but cop calls. i am usually drunk before the first hour even hits and that is when the party really begins, i get battle scars like the one on my knee when i jumped off the roof into the pool and scraped it up on the shingles. i have a scar above my elbow from going down a hill on my belly when the rains flooded the hill near my old place. i’m a pro at being drunk and i still maintain some of my class when it occurs. i can dance, i sing…but not too well, and i take inappropriate photos of myself and my friends…what is more fun than developing pictures and finding out that your friends or yourself have photographed a penis or a boob..it’s great.

my photography is the one thing that i usually take seriously because it’s my passion, and hopefully my future career. i have a collection of cameras for every kind of picture that is going to be taken from digital to the old fashioned ones where you wind it up and then press the shutter button that has to be pressed down with force and then you wait like twenty more seconds and then the shutter goes off. i’m not really a studious guy, i maintain a c average currently as my social life takes pretense over my studies but i can take apart and put a camera back together in only two hours. i know the workings, i usually fix my own which is how i came about with all of this knowledge because i’m too stubborn to spend a hundred bucks to fix something that i can either break more myself or figure out the inner workings. i know everything there is to know about cameras. i enjoy the candid shots that i take because it’s real life, deep? a little. i just want to remember things before i have to grow up and be an adult which i know will happen. i know that one day i will have to grow up but for now, i can just enjoy being a teenager who fucks up and gets fucked up.

i guess pulling that prank was not the smartest thing in the world but ah well, it happens. what did I do? what didn’t I do. this was such a small town, i guess I was bound to get caught but I was kind of hoping for a few more months. met a pretty girl a few days back, guess that is nothing now. ah well, back to the drawing board for me but with a bigger map. this is a nice place, got good pile of bricks to keep me warm and how much trouble can i really get into!? like sending me to an even bigger area to keep me ‘out of trouble’ is all fine and dandy but los angeles…that’s such a recipe for my down demise. ah well, least i will have fun before going down.