Nick Kahl was born in 1994 in Niemberg Germany on January 4th. His Father originated from Kiel and his mother from Northern Ontario. Nick is an enthusiastic high school student in his last year and is expecting to Study abroad in either Berlin or Schwaigern. He currently resides in Toronto and is still living under his parents’ roof. Nick is using his Blog Teenage Martyr for inspiration ahead of his first book he is hoping to publish within the next couple of years.
Founded in 2012, Teenage Martyr is a descriptive blog that focus’s on Nick Kahl’s interests and desires by showcasing an array of music, photos, reviews, poems, and original works. It is devoted to the opinion seen by the author at the time of publication, meaning it is not exclusively one subject and is subject to change depending on what theme is being used. Using a vertical format Teenage Martyr can be read like a newspaper and does not follow any base set of rules for publication. If ones piece of literature, art or music is matching the theme that is being followed by the blog at that point and time, and is considered up to the standard of excellence, Teenage Martyr may choose for it to be selected.
“Renault, her Highness demands you pamper her spoiled palate with a cranberry vinaigrette,” Jacque sarcastically announced as he entered the kitchen.
“ Every night the same! This little girl and her constant demands are driving me crazy. She does not like anything. “Why she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a proper cut of meat and her dear little shit of a dog Gigi.” Exclaimed Renault. At that moment and time Renault was struck with a fiendish idea. “Jacque! Go tell Mr. Johnson that Gloria’s cut of Foie Gras was not braised to perfection as I had preferred and that I am working on a new piece for her to go with the cranberry vinaigrette,” shouted Renault.
Jacque then left the kitchen to inform the Johnsons of the setback with Gloria’s dinner and proceeded to take her plate back to the kitchen. Gloria did not look impressed and nor did any of the family members, but Mr. Johnson insisted Renault be trusted in his decisions regarding what was to be appropriate for their consumption. Simultaneously Renault exited the kitchen through the back entrance and into the main hallway where he continued his way down the hall and up the south staircase. Once up the stairs, Renault took no time to advance towards Gloria’s room. As he opened the door, a frenzied barking could be heard from the corner of the room. With a quickened pace, he advanced towards the dog and unzipped its little princess home. He swept Gigi from the basket and put his other hand over her muzzle. In a rush, Renault went downstairs, sliding through the back door of the kitchen and quickly making preparations for dispatching the dog. With an oven already preheated to sear the meat he strapped the dog down on the table with butcher’s twine and reached for the cleaver. An hour had past and the Johnson family had all finished their meals, except young Gloria who was tentatively at the kitchen door. Renault suddenly burst through the doors with a silver platter that held a marvelous formed piece of meat with a cranberry vinaigrette side. “Here you go Miss a dish suitable for a Queen!” announced Renault.
“I’ll be the judge of that!” Gloria stuck her piggy little face into the dish and almost inhaled the plate whole. After finishing her meal she pushed her seat back and rose to proclaim her opinion to the table. “Renault, this is by far the best thing you have cooked and when I say that, I mean the only good thing you’ve made.”
Renault had a slight grimace and a twinkle in his eye as he responded, “Well thank you I’m glad you like it.”
The Johnson family left the table to retire for the night, while Gloria stood to call her precious dog Gigi. “Gigi oh Gigi come here girl, you are so cute I could just eat you up!”
Mom and Dad, back in the good old days. I had some cool parents, that is for sure.
Heels and Nikes, that works.
This is Where Jordans will Get you.
On February 24th, 2012 I lost my best friend. At around 8.am Sam made his last walk up the stairs to wake my parents for food when is heart shut off mere footsteps away from the comforting warmth of their sleeping bodies. Sam lived a happy life and although I regret the torment and agitation I put him through when I was younger, at the end of the day I know he loved me, as I loved him. The most important thing, person, or even anything of relevance to my life was Sam. He was and will always be the most beautiful creature I have come across. If I could, I would spend every waking hour with him. He deserved the very best and would settle for the least. When I woke up his face was there, when I’d fall asleep he’d be by my side. Coming home from school he would be there when the door opened, the connection I felt with him was not only physical but also spiritual and I know he was the only person who truly understood me in my times of need. People say things are just meant to happen, if this is true then Sam’s passing is a reminder for me to cherish what I care for in life and always treat them the best way I can. No one will fill the void Sam has left in my heart. Although In memory Sam will make me stronger and help the pain go away. Even after death I can feel that Sam is having a bigger impact on my life than anyone else could ever possibly achieve. I love you so much buddy, R.I.P.