I'll start.
I was born in the middle of nowhere at the crack of dawn on December 21st.
My education consists of pre-politically correct book learning, hard knocks and a bit of back street and back woods
I have three years of metalwork, welding, and a C in metallurgy.
My favorite sports were cheerleaders and getting the crap kicked out of me. LOL
I took to hanging out with WW2, Korean and Vietnam Veterans and others and got talked into a pretty insane career choice I shouldn't
even try to talk about and six+ months of my life went black. Better make it a year to be safe. But I hung out with a militia that
helped the local rescue squad for a time after that, thanks to connections. free sandwiches and beer. whee?
(I got to put this in here, we were out looking for a downed plane in some really rough country, and being part of the militia, we took our guns.
No, not deer rifles! HK-91, FALs, M-14... you get the idea. anyway, this ditz from channel six asks us "what we were doing with "assault weapons" were we going to shoot the survivors or something?" and the Cap looked at him and smiled one of those creepy 3 tooth deliverance style hillbilly smiles and says. "This is bear country, likely a puma or coyote pack too, where's YOUR gun boy?" The little creep piled back up in his van and he and his crew left, I could name him, but I won't. He's still around.")
After that I tried to make a living doing what I had been trained to do, only to discover my training was woefully out
of date as was the machines I had trained on, the age of the CNC controlled Lathe and mill had arrived.
After that, I can say I have worked my way from one end of the carpet industry to the other, ran a third of a company, made half a
fortune and lost every dime due to bad luck and treachery and more than a few bad decisions. It started by getting whacked by a pole Hyster being
driven by an illegal alien to busy eating a taco to watch where he was going, then my supervisor threw a roll of carpet on me a couple of years later.
BIG roll, like say almost a ton's worth, and finally the lady I loved ditched me for my boss, went on vacation with him, cleaning me out in the process,
which kind of left my biscuits burned. especially after the SOB's first act when he got back was to fire me. a decade blurs by and I finally get my disability and end up
on the internet and subsequently here trying to help out.
I won't even go into my spiritual and mental transformation that has occurred in the past 25 years, that's a whole new story! That in itself
has led me places most deny even exist or fear to tread. Not bragging, not at all. its been a strange life that's went down some pretty odd
roads and ended up in even stranger places Like in a sweat lodge or in the middle of an abandoned cotton field well after midnight waiting on
old friends to drop in. I've given glimpses of this in my writings, but I label such things as fiction or you'd think I was a nut. I am really, but who isn't
in the new age where the new normal is there is no normal?
OK
I spilled my guts a bit. next?
I was born in the middle of nowhere at the crack of dawn on December 21st.
My education consists of pre-politically correct book learning, hard knocks and a bit of back street and back woods
I have three years of metalwork, welding, and a C in metallurgy.
My favorite sports were cheerleaders and getting the crap kicked out of me. LOL
I took to hanging out with WW2, Korean and Vietnam Veterans and others and got talked into a pretty insane career choice I shouldn't
even try to talk about and six+ months of my life went black. Better make it a year to be safe. But I hung out with a militia that
helped the local rescue squad for a time after that, thanks to connections. free sandwiches and beer. whee?
(I got to put this in here, we were out looking for a downed plane in some really rough country, and being part of the militia, we took our guns.
No, not deer rifles! HK-91, FALs, M-14... you get the idea. anyway, this ditz from channel six asks us "what we were doing with "assault weapons" were we going to shoot the survivors or something?" and the Cap looked at him and smiled one of those creepy 3 tooth deliverance style hillbilly smiles and says. "This is bear country, likely a puma or coyote pack too, where's YOUR gun boy?" The little creep piled back up in his van and he and his crew left, I could name him, but I won't. He's still around.")
After that I tried to make a living doing what I had been trained to do, only to discover my training was woefully out
of date as was the machines I had trained on, the age of the CNC controlled Lathe and mill had arrived.
After that, I can say I have worked my way from one end of the carpet industry to the other, ran a third of a company, made half a
fortune and lost every dime due to bad luck and treachery and more than a few bad decisions. It started by getting whacked by a pole Hyster being
driven by an illegal alien to busy eating a taco to watch where he was going, then my supervisor threw a roll of carpet on me a couple of years later.
BIG roll, like say almost a ton's worth, and finally the lady I loved ditched me for my boss, went on vacation with him, cleaning me out in the process,
which kind of left my biscuits burned. especially after the SOB's first act when he got back was to fire me. a decade blurs by and I finally get my disability and end up
on the internet and subsequently here trying to help out.
I won't even go into my spiritual and mental transformation that has occurred in the past 25 years, that's a whole new story! That in itself
has led me places most deny even exist or fear to tread. Not bragging, not at all. its been a strange life that's went down some pretty odd
roads and ended up in even stranger places Like in a sweat lodge or in the middle of an abandoned cotton field well after midnight waiting on
old friends to drop in. I've given glimpses of this in my writings, but I label such things as fiction or you'd think I was a nut. I am really, but who isn't
in the new age where the new normal is there is no normal?
OK
I spilled my guts a bit. next?
