It
all started in christmas of 1980 when a service technician, and a telephone
operator felt the need to give each other an early christmas 'present'.
Then 8 months later in the august of 1981 that present had been 'delivered'
on the 8th floor of community hospital in the form of a baby boy.
Ironically
that same day journey had released their now 9x platinum record "Escape",
which marked the beginning of a long life of one miserable surprise after
another. Or so it would seem. I would say when you remember nothing but
electric storms and nightmares about "G" street )
and satan as a child that can't be good.
I am an only child, and no i'm not spoiled,
I try to live me life as poorly as a can, by riding the bus (public transportation
baby!!!) shopping at dollar tree and eating stuff that grows in the backyard,
Ok so I don't but i like the idea of not having to rely on computers,
speaking of which right now im studying to be something in that field
but i don't know what. On the one hand, I've had all these computer courses
and if I stick it out long enough i might eventually become certified
in something computerish, i don't care what as long as it makes money
(and lots of). On the other hand I am only two speech courses away from
earning an A.S degree in Speech Communications, and i've finished the
general ed crap (that's why im so close to that speech degree) for the
most part. What to do?
Notice how I deliberately skipped
ages 2-now. When people ask me about my childhood I'll often refer
to my childhood as "motivated forgetting" or in other words
repression. We learned alot about this in my psychology class and
while i manage to remember only bits and pieces of it, katie took
those bits and pieces and put together this story for your pleasure. Now not being able to remember
my childhood i'm not able to deny or confirm its accuracy, but damn
is it close to the real thing. Again I'm not able to remember.