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longport cyiodos

cyrus beau marzi

conceived in the back alley of a nightclub in the heart of milan italy, cyrus' mother, a college student at the time studying art, had been easily seduced by a man of around forty years of age, a dark haired and lip curling man who spoke in a thick accent and introduced himself only by his last name. the result and consequence was born in a hospital in longport, jersey on the 1st november 1986, making him 22 years old.

if asked about his childhood and early years, cyrus wouldn't deny that he enjoyed growing up. though he was a troublemaker he still achieved good grades in school, liked learning about life and culture and was an intelligent child who made his mother proud. he showed enthusiasm for english, reading and writing and spent hours watching how people interracted with one another, something that until this day fascinates him.

in the year he turned twelve, cyrus found his mother passed out on their couch in the living room on a saturday afternoon after soccer practice, an empty bottle of vodka laying beside her. in that same year, his mother was diagnosed as an alcoholic, one that was well known in the very same hospital he was born in. each nurse knew his name and the ward his mom spent most of her time in was one which cyrus became familiar with. calling 911 every few weeks was not an uncommon event and up until the age of sixteen, his mother's suicide attempts had not been considered as all too serious, not until cyrus could fully understand the misery she burdened her son with every day.

throughout high school and due to a lack of maternal upbringing, cyrus learnt how to protect himself. as he grew older, (though not wiser) he was the heavy-medicated and in your face prick that had detention every day after school. and it wasn't that he was an idiot because cyrus was intelligent. a jock through and through, cyrus' insane after school practice's had soon made him captain of the schools soccer team and finally, as he hit eighteen, his life had turned for the worst. most nights he would spend sleeping on a friend's couch, never at home, and smoking weed had soon turned from being an enjoyable weekly activity into a daily one, parties that he attended every evening where he soon became too drunk to make conversation and popping pills one after the other did nothing for his already larger than life mouth and personality. cyrus, as much as he hated himself for it, had turned into his own mother and though every morning he awoke from having passed out in the bathroom after throwing up all of his insides, nothing made a difference. with no ambition and friends he soon forgot about, cyrus' life rapidly became consumed around living the high life.

it was like a slap in the face when his best friend since preschool, bailey alexandrov , told cyrus that if he didn't clean his act up, then she wouldn't continue sticking around for him. she became sick of his antics and gave him an ultimatum: either he quit everything, with her moral support of course, or she was out and wouldn't even look him in the eye again. she considered him family, but she couldn't stand seeing him destroy himself day after day. he was never the same person after he started and it scared her to death seeing him become someone else under the cover of alcohol ecstasy and lsd and after what seemed like months, bailey had trained him to stay clean.

back in the year of 2004 when every night meant a night on the town, on the booze, the pills and the cigarettes, cyrus found lornam smoking pot in the back alley of a club. that night the two had sex and in the following week, a confrontation with the same girl whose name cyrus couldn't quite remember had ended in the words he still manages to look back on to this day: "i'm pregnant..." the consequences of his actions meant that cyrus had to pick himself up rather swiftly, quit the nightly drinks and find himself a real job to take care of a child he would soon be raising. however, three months in and due to the denial of her pregnancy and the drugs she would just not stop smoking, lorna miscarried. though cyrus has only told a select number of trusted friends, it is still a big secret of his which not even his mother knows and lorna and cyrus have remained incredibly close since those years ago.

while his idiosyncratic qualities may have always gotten him in trouble, cyrus' boisterous mouth had always been his pride and joy, achieving whatever he set his mind to which steadfastly included making a name for himself amongst the up and coming bands on the jersey scene, shooting the local shows in exchange for local bucks. only recently, a manager for reprise records noted cyrus' work and after months of waiting and interviews, he now assists some of the biggest directors to this date. ever passionate about what he does, cyrus wouldn't give it up for anything and though he often complains about the work and the reports he hates writing, there is no job he'd rather be doing.

having searched high and low, in july 2007 cyrus eventually contacted his father who still to this day resides in milan. having stayed with him over the summer, cyrus' bond with his dad is not one to be broken and having met his grandparents, it is not only a villa that has been placed in his name and cyrus is keen to meet the extended family he shares his surname with.

only recently, tests have diagnosed cyrus with supraventricular tachycardia, a minor heart condition that is responsible for a speeding pulse and the dizzy spells that leaves him out of breath and passed out. thankfully svt attacks usually only affect cyrus for a couple of days- sometimes even hours. however, that doesnt stop the weekly check ups at the hospital and the many bottles of pills he takes twice a day to prevent his heart from failing him.