ITS CALLED WHITMANS TRUTH FOR ONE APPARENT REASON...IM GOING TO SPEAK THE TRUTH AND IM GOING TO HURT A MAJORITY OF READERS FEELINGS...WHY YOU ASK??? BECAUSE IM A TRUE REALIST AND IN A SOCIETY THAT LIVES ON THE LIES ITS FED EVERYDAY IM A BREATHE OF DYSFUNCTIONAL FRESH AIR FOR THE DEGENERATE INVESTED SOCIETY IN WHICH WE LIVE IN TODAY...FOR THIS FIRST BLOG IM GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT MYSELF AND BE COMPLETELY HONEST...LET YOU DECIDE IF READING MY STUFF IS WORTH YOUR TIME...

My name is William Cole Whitman. I was born to a seemingly normal family in the great winter of 1988. My mother is a sweet lady by the name of Dixie and my father is a rough, yet loving man by the name of Billy C. As i grew into my own as a child i suffered from some weird shit. i fought bouts of anxiety and cant still fathom why. i had such a normal childhood and home life.  i worried about the weirdest shit. i worried so much about the weirdest shit that in 4th grade i was literally put on medication because worrying about shit was actually giving me the shits. thats right. the happy go lucky goofy fuck of today had such bad anxiety that i was medicated to keep me from running to the toilet any time i made up a worry in my little pea sized brain. i also pissed the bed up until right around the 5th grade. Yep. Was medicated for that as well. my parents wanted me to feel normal but looking back they were wasting their time. if only we had known then that i was just overflowing with excellence and was just getting rid of the excess during my sleep. Hey the body can only hold so much. Anyways i also had a hearty appetite for my mothers country cooking. i was a BIG ASS KID. Athletic as hell too. I was a beast on the football field. Could knock the shit out of a baseball, and had post moves for days down low in basketball. AND LET ME TELL YOU THIS...that shit never got me anywhere in life but we'll save that for another blog...anyways coming up through my high school years i suffered from social anxiety where as being put in a crowd or around anyone i didnt know would cause me to start drench sweating and asking my peers if it felt warm to them...looking back that shit was utterly embarassing. ask any of my best friends and theyll tell you id soak a shirt like a pervert on spring break at a wet t shirt contest. Id cramp smooth up in my sides be doubling over wanting a bottle of tylenol and potassium pills. This was also where i started acting like a dickhead. Teachers. Peers. Strangers. you name it. Nobody was safe. i also teamed up with a group of older fellas during this time which would start a binge of drinking, recreational drug use, and other horrible shit that ended up desensitizing me for quite some time. i graduated high school with a pocket full of money(thanks dad), a new truck(thanks dad), and the urge to let it rip in the real world. By this time i was a loser. I went on to college 3 times hardly ever attending class. I would sleep until noon, sometimes go to work, other times getting beligerently drunk then do it all again the next day. I eventually didnt have any type of job instead selling off everything i owned of value so i could sleep eat and party. I was at the peak of full blown loserism about to jump off. Instead, i went to my mothers office one day snooping through her computer and found a letter saved addressed to me. It stated a big wake up call in the form of my own mother knew of the shit i was doing and was not very proud. Two weeks later i was a hired hand at a major oil company and was only living the party life on the weekends. a little place called JC COWBOYS was my new heaven and me and my friends would party until we blacked out. i spent thousands of dollars and brain cells in that little spot and i dont regret it a bit. i also knew it had to end sometime. shit was getting out of hand for me in weatherford so me and my best friend packed up our shit and took our asses home. 3 yrs later im laying here writing a bio on my life for a blog so people can decide to read my shit or not. i do somewhat have it together. i have a beautiful girlfriend. 2 loving dogs. some of the greatest friends the world has to offer. a decent job and the new lifestyle of being a judgemental asshole which is what this blog will be formed around. so if this grabbed your attention at all and you wanna read things that a retarded, fat, loud mouth jackass has to say stay tuned and hold on to your seats because im bout to start rocking the ship... COLE P