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name - james my-parents-didn't-care-enough-for-a-middle-name mackette
age & birthday - 22 and 4/20/87
location - rochester, new york in a house that he shares with his mother.
family & friends - hrenton - best friend/band mate; burroughs - best friend/band mate; ktye - best friend; miriellen - girlfriend
favorites - madonna.
biography -
james mackette was always into music, ever since he was a little boy. his parents had always let him pick the records they'd listen to over dinner, or while doing household chores. he was one of the only kindergartners with a walkman. he'd sit in the playground day after day during recess listening to his tapes, hoping and wishing that one day he could be on a tape for another boy to listen to years down the road.

elementary school he spent his evenings with his dad who was slowly teaching him to play the acoustic guitar. he took to it almost immediately and loved every moment he spent learning with his father. his mother, on the other hand, was always singing while she cooked or cleaned their average, new haven house. her doing this always made james sing along with her, right until he was into high school -- and hell, even now he can be caught doing it. it isn't as frequent, however.

james did well in high school, that is until eleventh grade. he had been writing a paper in french class when he had been paged to go to the office immediately - it was urgent. obeying, though slightly confused, james went to the office after packing all this pens in his binder and his face fell when he saw his mom standing in the doorway, tears rolling down her face. becoming more and more confused as the two walked out of the school, he finally confronted her in the car asking what was going on and what was wrong. the answer? his father, his idol, his best fucking friend had been victim of a hit and run on his way to work, and had not made it.

james was basically devastated, for lack of a better word. beyond devastated. james stopped going to school, and rarely ever came out of his room during the day. it was just him, his guitar and a note book. and he strummed, and he wrote, and he knew that he could do something with all of this. he knew his dad would want him to have, too. he finally did get back to school, but he had definitely changed as a person, starting with having to redo his entire eleventh grade year when he was seventeen. he did not do as well as he had been before, but he skimmed through. he was introduced to alcohol thanks to his own mother, who is still to this day a basketcase, and on top of that he was introduced to the drug scene. weed turned into ecstasy, which turned into cocaine....

james was going downhill, and going downhill fast. his mother waved it all off and just said he was experimenting. he was testing the alcohol, he was testing the drugs. he was testing the girls, and he was testing the boys. and the boys more than the girls until the girls didn't even exist in his world, though that did change as well. sex, drugs and music was all he needed. well, and his friends. his friends, his best friends. his bandmates. james was grateful for them, for letting him do what he wanted to do -- no ifs, ands or buts.