price, ryan andrew

lucho zabrana; 18; straight; local ; drug dealer and illegal tattoo artist


"Hi. I don't know what to really say about wthe basics of me. MY name is Ryan Andrew Price. I am formally known as Jesus Christ. Believe it or not. I am Jesus. I'm eighteen years old. I'm six four. I'm a drug dealer and I do illegal tattoos and piercings."


“You guys would get very bored if I told you the story about how the second I could hold a paintbrush I was painting and how my parents were shocked that they had such a boy with such natural talent. My story with art is a lot more interesting than that. My art started out like a normal child. I didn’t want to do sports because ew people and outside. I started getting better as I got older. When I was in elementary school –about eleven my teacher almost got me like…in huge trouble because I was making art for the teenagers in the school and I guess he noticed the style and stuff. When I was doing time as a teenager I was just doing illegal tattoos and stuff. In secret I was doing regular art. I always did art no matter where I was. I’d draw on desks in school, tattoos, my friend’s hands, walls, napkins and everywhere else. I have sold art. I’ve sold art to friends, sold art in school and a couple pieces of mine are in small galleries. I don’t know. I was just always interested in art. Nothing had to like..force me or anything.”

"If you're expecting me to give you a sob story about how hard things are in life then you've come to the wrong place. Complaining about your life is pointless. The world isn't against you or working against you. Flowers don't die just so you can't touch them. Stop complaining because things get hard. It happens to everyone. Your little sob story doesn't make anyone elses life easier. When I was seven my mom killed herself. I never quite fully registered what happened. I'm okay though. MY dad and I had a tough relationship through out all of that but we fought through. Things take time, I guess. It seems like my entire life is bad things happening to people around me, you know? Everything feels so out of my grip and it hurts. My sister was raped when she was twelve and I was fourteen. She didn't tell us for a half a year later. Other than that I started smoking pot at twelve. I started doing harder drugs at fifteen. At sixteen my sister and I were placed in the foster care system when my dad left."



"Drugs aren't fucking glamorous. Drug dealers aren't your friends or nice people. I don't sell more than pot to my friends. Drugs are the worst fucking thing in the planet and I wish I would have never gotten involved. It's like being trapped in this box."


Chapter one. If you're going to be a man whore; know the limits. There is a huge difference between being a whore and a rapist. This goes even more so for when dudes are out drinking. Like I get it, you're out drinking with your buddies. You don't really know hat's going on. Don't try to holler at girls who are sloppy drunk. If she can't talk properly, talk straight or anything like that...do not go for it. Drunk people cannot consent to you. That is rape. You are a rapist if you do that.

Chapter two. Understand that being a whore has its problems. Wrap that shit. Get yourself tested. You are not immune to fucking STDs. Stop pretending like you are. Stop being ignorant. Being a whore has so many problems. You are a slut, remember that. There is nothing wrong with it.

Chapter three. Being an ass to girls aren't going to get you sex. I don't know what even started this whole rumor thing that being agressive is going to get you sex. It just gets you slapped, bro. Don't go there. Instead, tell her how pretty she looks.
Chapter four. Prizes. This isn't a whore competition. Stop talking about it. No one likes a public whore. Keep your slutting on the down low where it should be.

Chapter five. Don't do dirty talk if you can't deliever or if you're gonna be awkward. This will relate to the next chapter. If you can't deliever, don't do it. If you're not gonna be confident while doing it, don't do it.

Chapter six. Be confident. Confident and persistant are two different things. Go back to chapter one for the persistant thing. Be confident. Don't get nervous and stumble over words. That's not cute. Be confident, deliver and be nice.

Chapter seven. Don't sleep with other dudes girls. It's rude.

Chapter eight. THAT DADDY SHIT IS SO DISGUSTING. DON'T EVEN GO THERE. All those type of nicknames in bed is weird. I dated this girl who use to be into roleplaying and she'd like..force me to do it and I hated it. She'd be like "OH BAT MAN" and I'd be like "lolok".

Chapter nine. Virginity. DO NOT GO THERE. Those girls will eat you up and keep you around.

Chapter ten. Going down on girls isn't that tricky. It's called a clit and it's RIGHT THERE.