Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 6:29:22 GMT
michael lucas ackerman ,
full name: Michael Lucas Ackerman II
nicknames: Luke
age: 25
birthday: 12/01
education: UT, Accounting major
occupation: Bartender
sexual orientation: Straight
marital status: Single
current city: Manhattan, New York
hometown: South Hampton, New York
parents: Michael Ackerman I (48), Isabelle Ackerman (47)
siblings: Elizabeth Ackerman (21)
other: n/a
Most played songs on your iTunes:
Come a Little Closer, Cage The Elephant
Pompeii, Bastille
Do I Wanna Know?, Arctic Monkeys
Sirens, Peark Jam
Bound 2, Kanye West
Demons, Imagine Dragons
A Light That Never Comes, Linkin Park x Steve Aoki
Out Of My League, Fitz and The Tantrums
Miss Jackson - feat. Lolo, Panic! At The Disco
Afraid, The Neighbourhood
Note: Spotify is better than iTunes.
Items on your person at all times: Wallet, watch, condoms, flask.
Favorite items of clothing: UT sweater, Nike Yeezy's, Burberry suit.. fuck, I don't know. Give me jeans and a t-shirt.
Phrases you say on a daily basis: Get fucked, mostly.
People in your life: My family, Eva and Scarlet aren't too bad. The guys are alright. Kim Kardashian, number one.
What is your most frequently used password & why do you remember it easily?: t8foe0, no one's gonna guess that. Guess I probably shouldn't be telling it to you. It was my automated log in password in high school, always stuck.
What are you wearing at this exact moment?: Sweats and a t-shirt.
Girls like to see their boyfriends cry, right?: I'd be willing to bet 95% of them find it cute, yea.
What is the significance of your tumblr URL?: My what?
Would you date an 18 year old at the age you are now?: Tried that a couple times. It doesn't sound so bad, seven years. But then you realize she's still on the cheer leading squad and it feels perverted as shit.
Do you get a lot of colds?: No.
Who is in your profile picture with you?: Mayor Bloomberg.
Who are the people you wish you could hang out with but don't because you don't run in the same circles?: That might be the most fucking retarded question I've ever been asked, no answer.
Have you ever Skype'd naked?: That I have.
Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4: It's SI: Swimsuit edition, that counts, right? Tori Praver Swimwear, find online at toripraverswim.com.
Did your parents lie to you as a child?: All the fucking time.
How do you feel about Harry Styles?: Who's style?
Which character do you resonate with the most, Harry, Ron, or Hermione?: ... What the fuck is this? I know nothing about any of them.
I grew up in South Hampton, which is every bit as pretentious as it sounds. It was most people’s summer stowaway, but not for us. The Summer crowds would come and go, but there we were year round. Trips to the city were easy though, I preferred those. Aside from the ridiculous events that my mother and her friends threw at least every other week, it was just like anywhere else. On a whole other level, yea, but kids are gonna do the same shit no matter where they are, or no matter what’s handed to them. My dad runs his business out of the city, so he was there Monday through Friday, my mom, Liz, Suzanna, the house help, Frank, the security, and a handful of my mom’s assistants are what I grew up with. I wouldn’t say my dad wasn’t a dad, but seeing as how little he was there.. I had to step up a lot of the time. It made my mom and I close, and somehow drew her and Liz apart. I don’t think you could pay the two of them to get along. But yea, South Hampton is more of a small town every season other than Summer, so friends were close knit, we all knew each other in one way or another. Went to the same grammar schools, then the same high school.. majority of the kids I grew up with went on to Yale and Harvard, no fucking surprise there. My dad wanted me to do the same, but I refused. I wouldn’t have done well there, so him paying the way to get me in would have done jack shit in the long run. I’d just turned eighteen, I think I wanted to piss him off more than I actually wanted to go to some random state party school, so I chose UT. We’d been to Texas a couple times, in and out on random business trips we’d tagged along with my dad on, and it seemed fresh, that’s the easiest way to put it. It was a big enough place, with no one who knew me, no one who gave a fuck about New York, none of the little prissy shits from the Hampton’s, it was easily the best four years of my life. But graduation came around, and I went back home. There was this girl I met that summer, Sophia. She’d moved in with her aunt who lived a few miles down, was waitressing at some place in Montauk. She reminded me of the girls in Texas, which I missed more than I realized once I landed back home. She didn’t take any shit, didn’t want anything from you, pulled her little Miss. Independent act from day one. I brought her home day two, I should have known that was a mistake from the start. My mom, she’s the type that needs to be buttered up for a month at the least about me bringing a girl home. She’s always feeling threatened, like one of them are about to come in and rip her family apart (because this is a girls first intention, right?) - Soph was good with her though, fought her back more than she was used to, wasn’t about to let my mom make some stereotypical impression of her, and my mom hated that. Six months in, and it did start to get between my mom and I, but she didn’t realize that was more her fault than anything else. I was the last person to stick up for her and try to see shit her way in that house, but it got to the point where I couldn’t let her get away with it anymore, and I left. Sophia and I drove to the city, leased the first place we saw out there on the spot, and did our thing there for a year. You know when I mentioned her not taking anyone’s shit? That was me included. Until one night, we were driving back home for some 4th of July BBQ at my parent’s place.. we were still drunk from the night before, she was upset about some text on my phone from my mom, bitching to Andy in the backseat. I took my eyes off the road for a second, I can’t remember why.. I don’t know what I wanted to do, or say, but I did, and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the ER. Sophia wasn’t there though.. it felt like forever before they came and told me her and Andy were in the ICU. Soph, broken spine. Andy, fucked shoulders. That was the last time I saw Sophia. No charges, no DUI, no repercussions and that was the price to pay. I went back to my place in the city as soon as I could get out of that god damn hospital, ignored the calls from my mom, everyone back there with their stupid fucking questions. Dropped the job at my dads firm, picked up a bar tending job, moved out of our place, met someone I shouldn’t have.. and yea, that’s where I’m at.
LEXA, NEW YORRRRRKKK, NOAH