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JACOB ST. CLAIRE - January 22, 2012 06:13 AM (GMT)

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Jacob Leander St. Claire</div>

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<td style="width:150px; font-style: NONE; font-size: 9px; padding: 0px 8px; color: #363636;">twenty seven.</td>
<td style="width:150px; font-style: NONE; font-size: 9px; padding: 0px 8px; color: #363636;">accountant/amateur artist.</td>
<td style="width:150px; font-style: NONE; font-size: 9px; padding: 0px 8px; color: #363636;">New Yorker.</td>

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<div style="background-color: #f1f1f1; color: #363636; padding: 8px;">Jake, Jay. </div>

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<div style="background-color: #f1f1f1; color: #363636; padding: 8px;">November 22.</div>

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<div style="background-color: #f1f1f1; color: #363636;padding: 8px;">New York City.</div>

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<div style="background-color: #f1f1f1; color: #363636; padding: 8px;">Jacey Ethalion.</div>

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<div style="background-color: #f1f1f1; color: #363636; padding: 8px;">Bish, other character would be Miss Flynn, and Jacob is scared of sex. Ornot.</div>

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<div class="appsub"><div style="text-align: right;">FIVE SONGS ON YOUR PLAYLIST:</div></div><br>
New York - Snow Patrol <br>
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol <br>
Run - Snow Patrol<br>
All My Days - Alexi Murdoch<br>
Hallelujah - Rufus Wainwright<br>
<div class="appsub"><div style="text-align: right;">FIVE FACEBOOK/TWITTER STATUS UPDATES:</div></div><br>
Visiting dad this weekend, are there any messages my family want to send with me?<br>
If personal assistants were ruled as slave labour, Iíd never eat. Or leave the office.<br>
Is a Manhattan a girl drink or just an old guy drink?<br>
The sins of thy father give me a god damn headache.<br>
Whoever gave that bartender my number is going to get beaten. Just sayiní.<br>
<div class="appsub"><div style="text-align: right;">FIVE SIGNIFICANT EVENTS IN YOUR LIFE:</div></div><br>
<div class="appsub">Making it Big:</div> Until high school I went to public school in Queens. When I was in highschool, my fathers get rich quick schemes made him a fortune. Strangely, he did it by going back to school and getting a degree in accounting and not by investing a small fortune in a business that went no where as was his typical scheme. He even did it all through night classes. Anyway, private school was a culture shock. Coming from a school where fights involved fist fights and the occasional chain to one where they used words, blackmail, and numerous other underhanded methods to bring someone down. Honestly, I preferred the fist fighting. Thankfully, no one really had it out for me, probably because they didnít see me as a threat. I did well in sports and in school but made sure I didnít try and outdo any of the established leaders. Highschool, I realized from what my dad says, is a lot like prison. Anyway, having money didnít really change me and I made sure my sister kept something resembling a head on her shoulders. The only change that making it big caused was the eventual trial and imprisonment of my dad.<br><br>
<div class="appsub">NYU:</div> Before the whole imprisonment, I got to go to university. My dad had put himself back in school while I was a child for accounting and made it big by signing on to be an accountant to a firm. Thus, I followed in his footsteps. Iíd have preferred to go into history or fine arts but like Dad always said, make money first then do what you love in comfort. Thus, NYU I was headed. My grades would have been good enough to get me into a good university, but I didnít want to go to Columbia. Therefore, I went to NYU. And let me tell you, I had to be the best looking accounting student there was. I did very well too, top five percent of my class. I didnít want to work for my father upon graduation, but he made it kind of hard to refuse when he got his boss to make the offer. Besides, it made my Dad happy so refusing was not even really an option.<br><br>
<div class="appsub">Art Gallery:</div> Like in many families, me and my sibling got treated differently. I had to be the breadwinner like my father. But my younger sister? She got the world, at least from my father. My mother is another story. There was no resentment on my part from how Dad treated Nik. I love my sister, more than anything... But she got the dream. Well not my dream, but her dream and I got Dadís dream. She opened an Art Gallery in Brooklyn, a tiny place, but she did it on her own. Now itís much bigger and much more prosperous but at the time it was all she could afford. Thatís right, she did it on her own. Never had a prouder moment in all my life. The funny thing is she is the least artistic person I know. Could never colour within the lines of a picture... I blame myself for it, of course, since Iím the one who took a sculpting course in college. When she expanded the gallery, she bought one with enough space to put a coffee shop next to it. A vegan one, even though my sister eats meat and is proud of it. Nik never did anything conventional so Iím not sure why she continues to surprise me. What it showed me was that I did everything I could to help her grow up to be the best she could be. <br><br>
<div class="appsub">Prison:</div> When my dad got charged with embezzlement, it rocked our entire family. My dad wasnít a stupid man but he wasnít the brightest either. He got pinned for a crime he couldnít possibly commit. All he wanted to do was provide for his family. It was why itíd taken him so long to get us to a place where we were comfortable so there was no way heíd have done something so stupid. I tried to reason with the prosecution but they wouldnít talk to me, using some bullshit excuse like Ďnot being able to discuss the caseí outside of court or something. Where my dad got the money for the lawyer he hired Iím not sure; I bet whoever he was taking the money for hired and paid for the lawyer. Iím not really sure why it had to be dad or why he said yes; we never saw any of the money and the company allowed us to keep his pension and allowed me to remain employed there. In some ways, Iíll never forgive him for the scrutiny he put our family under, in regards to the friends weíd made with other businessmen and their families, but in other ways I do understand why he made whatever deal he did. Or at least, I assume I would understand if heíd tell me the truth. Maybe if he gets out before he dies and heís not worried about anyone overhearing heíll trust me enough to explain the specifics. Until then, Iím just the guy whoís father got put in jail for stealing money from and honest and good American company.<br><br>
<div class="appsub">Death:</div> My dadís actions didnít just affect me. Nik took it pretty well, or at least ignored it and never spoke of it. However, my mother shattered when my father went to jail. She never went to one part of his trial and she refused to testify. Dad at least absolved her from any complacency that they could have pinned her for. She had never been the healthiest of women, overweight and a bit heavy on the sauce. Coupled with a family history of heart disease and she was a time bomb waiting to happen. When it happened, her alcoholism had burned many bridges in her life. While Nik had always been the apple of our Dadís life, mom was always hard on her. It was never more true than when she drank so after Dad went to trial. So, while my mom wasnít there to support my dad, my sister wasnít there to support my mom on her deathbed. I still canít tell if Nik regrets her decision because sheís so hard to read and like my Dad, never talks about anything personal. Me, I was there until the end no matter how strained our relationship was. Dad feels guilty, especially because he wasnít there and since he blames himself. Sometimes I feel like Iím the only one who keeps the family going, and yeah, itís exhausting.<br><br>
<div class="appsub"><div style="text-align: right;">HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW:</div></div><br>
Indifferent. Iím still trying to figure my place in the world and decide where to go from here. Knowing where the job Iím in and the company I work for has brought my family makes me question my decision. Iím making a lot of money but I donít really care about it. I just want to be comfortable and happy. Like my sister. But unlike my sister I donít know where my Ďhappyí is.

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BECCASAUR - January 22, 2012 02:19 PM (GMT)
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I just want to give him a giant hug!

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