I always get the response of no way when I tell people I'm a professional wrestler. No I don't wrestle for the big companies, but I wrestle for small Indy companies around the Kentucky-Tennessee region.
I can beat both Contra and Super C without losing a single life.
I've never played a Wii/Wii U.
It's Ben Graven, not Beng Raven or Ben G. Raven.
I know, stop the presses, but I do occasionally get people confused and call me "beng".
I suppose it doesn't help that I really like ravens so I use them for my avatar. Totally unrelated, believe it or not.
Also: my real name isn't Ben.
I was a male at birth. Pretty surreal for me, being a trans woman and all. I don't believe it sometimes hah hah! But life is good, and I embrace my identity.
I can beat coin op super contra on a single life without changing weapons once.
At age 2-3 I was briedly 'kidnapped' from a McDonald's in downtown Manhattan by a crazy homeless/addict woman who brought me to some crack house/heroine den. Another homeless/addict man there knew something was up and managed to convince her to tell him where she got me and let him being me back. She followed him there continuously screaming and crying "my baby, they taking my baby". I have no idea what happened to her. My dad was a mess, obviously. I remember certain parts of it despite the age. They gave me a million happy meal toys and I was a minor celebrity there for a few years lol.
My dad dropped his wallet during all of the chaos. The man who brought me back returned it to him. It was full of cash. He always liked carrying cash for whatever reason. He gave it all to the man and went to the spot where he panhandled for a decade continually bringing him food, extra clothes, birthday gifts, Xmas gifts, cash etc. That guy ended up on our actual corner by pure coincidence many years later when I was in my early 20's. I'd buy him coffee and a bagel every morning on my way out to work and sit and have a smoke with him. Called himself Ray. One day he was gone. No idea what happened. We tried to do more... He didn't want it. Dude maybe saved my life and I know we changed his.
So that's my crazy tale. I wish I could see him again.
NYC wasn't pretty in the 80's. Watch documentaries about it in the 70's/80's for some real interesting shit. I was in a very nice area (decent then, great now) and I remember it well. The difference between now and then is unreal.
At age 2-3 I was briedly 'kidnapped' from a McDonald's in downtown Manhattan by a crazy homeless/addict woman who brought me to some crack house/heroine den. Another homeless/addict man there knew something was up and managed to convince her to tell him where she got me and let him being me back. She followed him there continuously screaming and crying "my baby, they taking my baby". I have no idea what happened to her. My dad was a mess, obviously. I remember certain parts of it despite the age. They gave me a million happy meal toys and I was a minor celebrity there for a few years lol.
My dad dropped his wallet during all of the chaos. The man who brought me back returned it to him. It was full of cash. He always liked carrying cash for whatever reason. He gave it all to the man and went to the spot where he panhandled for a decade continually bringing him food, extra clothes, birthday gifts, Xmas gifts, cash etc. That guy ended up on our actual corner by pure coincidence many years later when I was in my early 20's. I'd buy him coffee and a bagel every morning on my way out to work and sit and have a smoke with him. Called himself Ray. One day he was gone. No idea what happened. We tried to do more... He didn't want it. Dude maybe saved my life and I know we changed his.
So that's my crazy tale. I wish I could see him again.
NYC wasn't pretty in the 80's. Watch documentaries about it in the 70's/80's for some real interesting shit. I was in a very nice area (decent then, great now) and I remember it well. The difference between now and then is unreal.
Hmm. I can believe it.
That shit is top notch.
I had a rare condition as a baby called Kawasaki Disease in which the blood vessels throughout the body become inflamed, in my case I had severe inflammation of the coronary arteries and was very close to death. I had to take daily medication until I was 10 years old to cure it. My Mom told me that it was so rare at the time that the doctors asked her if they could take pictures of my symptoms for their records.
Not really unbelievable I guess but it's all I could think of.
Is it named after you?
I sell drugs to the community
I once had a shotgun aimed at me by an FBI agent that was raiding my hotel room.
Well done.
House of the Dead 3 is the only time I've ever completed an arcade game in an actual arcade.
I can make my eyeballs vibrate at a pretty high frequency
I used to be able to do a full split and put both my legs behind my head.
That raises even more questions.
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I had coffee with Stephen King.