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04:31 - 20 August 2004
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When people ask me about my heritage, i tell them i am of the old time american tribe, "The Alcoholians" i come from a long line of alcoholics...today, 20 august, 2004 i am SOBER 18 years and counting! my SOBRIETY date is 08 january,1986. That is Elvis' Birthday..

I am not proud of the fact that i succumed (sic?) to the perils of alcohol, or of the results therein; my life is a friggen shambles because of it, but lately it is better than it has been. In the next few days, weeks, months, whatever, on this page here, i will write about what my life was like, what happened, the tragedy that was the result, and so on and so forth. WARNING:

the events that took place, the things i did, are really quite NASTY; and it is a sad account of my life as it was, so read at your own risk, and i will appreciate any comments you might have good or bad. i know i done some stuff in the past, and it was wrong, and i have made amends for my actions, and today i am NOT the person i was back when i was swilling down the alcohol.

the only substances i swill down today is coffee, tobacco, and food!

When i was of an age when ya can count how old i was on 1 hand, i began down the path of destruction. my rotten father started me down this path. one of the things i did was take his empty beer bottle, which wasn't quite empty as there always was a few swallows left in the bottle, bring it to the pantry, and before i set it in its place in the pantry, i would finsh off the bottle, and go to the fridge and get him a cold one. my dad was a rotten asswipe, crook and coward, who when drunk, would beat everyone in the house (except me for some unknown reason) my very first memory of life i was in the kitchen in a carriage crying and screaming while my dad was whailing away at my mom, then somebody, i assume it was my brother, stuck a bottle in my mouth and i shut up. all throughout the 1960's when i was going to school, i was a real holy terror, school bully, neighbourhood bully, thief, and all around asshole. just like my dad, but not realising it at the time. when i didnt get my own way, i would scream and yell and fuss till i got it.

i never went to kindergarten, just straight to grade 1. i loved my grade 1 teacher, mrs. listernick, and was pissed off when i went to grade 2 and was no longer in mrs. listernick's class. in grade 2, i was constantly getting into fights with everyone and anyone, so much so that i was escorted to school daily by my brother, but even then that didnt stop me. there was little disipline in my house for me and i did what i wanted, when i wanted. i was expelled from grade 2 when one day, i beat down this kid, and he ran to the principal's office to get the principal. when they came back, i was against the wall, next to the door, figuring that the kid was coming thru the door 1st. when i heard footsteps coming near, i swung around to the doorway and let fly with a fist! and smacked the principal! well, that was that! my mother was called, and away i went. so much for grade 2. i had to go to a "special school" as it was called back then...tune in tomorrow for more strange but true stories from the rotten past...looking back, it was not a blast. keep in mind now, that i blame no one but myself for the actions i did in my life, and i am not proud of the things i did. i am not that person today, nor will i ever be again.

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