Intro

I over think things. All the time. It's just something about me. Something that people didn't bother to ask about. I guess it's somewhat obvious from how I'm always looking off into a distance, and have to get shaken back into reality.

When I'm thinking my over-complicated thoughts, I sometimes think of things that make sense. Ideas that might actually make sense to a normal person too. Hah. Normal. That's a laugh.

Normal is boring. I don't want to be some normal boring prick like Craig Tucker who doesn't do shit with his life. Okay, so yeah, Craig is one of my friends. But he's still boring as shit.

But being as fucked up as me isn't fun either. Actually, no. Occasionally it's fun to be as screwed up as me. But most of the time it's just my stupid-ass life with my stupid-ass problems and my stupid-ass family. Did I mention they're stupid? And asswholes?

Except for Karen. She's different, in a good way. But I made sure she got out of our personal piece of hell. She lives with some foster family in Denver, where I know she's safe. But me? I'm still screwed with my life here in South Park.

My mom has had an utter hatred for me since I got Karen out. Dad is too drunk to notice anything most of the time, and when he's not he's just trying to do odd jobs for cash. Kevin's a douche, but he does my piercings and gets me cigarettes so I don't 100% hate him. But he still gets wasted and argues with Mom&Dad so he's still a douche.

So yeah, life is full of Asswholes. Especially my life. But there are a few nice people I call my "Friends". Those people are Craig, Clyde, Stan, Bebe, and Wendy. Sometimes Ike and Ruby when they aren't off having WAY underage sex.

Occasionally my old group will get back together, but Kyle and Stan have been in a fight since the end of 8th grade. Shockingly, Kyle's new best friend was fricken Butters. Yeah, Butters. And Cartman was pretty up there in his list of friends. That shocked/disgusted me.

People obviously aren't the same. But my life is pretty damn similar; I just do more drugs and have more sex. But besides that I'm the same old Kenny I've always been.

Wow.

I just realized how full of shit I am.

Kenny McCormick is most certainly not the same for a few reasons. A few reasons that I, 25-year-old Kenny, am able to tell with some detail.

So listen in to see what the hell happened to make me, Me.

This is the story of Kenny McCormick.

From South Park, Colorado,

United States of America,

North America,

Western Hemisphere,

Planet Earth,

Milky Way,

The Galaxy.

A/N

A collection of one shots that, when put together; make up Kenny's life.

Anyone interested in this? Reviews maybe?