Chapter 3: In a Van Down by the River....

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.... (con't ).... Anyways, school wasn't bad and the kids were nice enough for a while. You see, I guess you can't be popular if you don't have all the coolest clothes, brand name shoes, or the cool TrapperKeeper! I guess I took some of this stuff for granted when I lived with my mom. Not that I had much more when I was living with her, but it seemed like alot now. My haircut was always a couple of weeks overdue, and I know that may seem like a small thing , but kids are brutal. I was pretty smart in school, but my grades were not the greatest. See, my father could care less if I had homework, or a test the next day. I thought it was great. On the weekends, instead of playing with my friends, I would be going to work with my father in the van. Oh, the van. It was a 1980 Chevy van, painted primer grey, had no windows in the back. and was full of junk. I can't even explain how loud it was.... you couldn't even hear the 8-Track playing. It didn't really help my popularity when he would pick me up in this beast. After work, we would head to the bar for a few drinks. I would get my fill of pop, but I bet if I asked for a cocktail, I would have no problem getting one. My father would probably be proud of me if I did, you know.... put a little hair on my chest. We lived in a two bedroom trailer in the "Nice" trailer park in town. It gets better.... we lived in this trailer with my grandmother, his mother. Between the two of them, they smoked about four packs of cheap cigarettes a day. She was a miserable woman ( I loved her dearly ), and he was always drunk and bitchin' about something. It was joy. Oh yeah, so back to the two bedrooms. One for my him and one for her. Where did I sleep you ask? Good question. I slept on the floor in the living room, which was always occupied with one of them watching TV until at least midnight. I got lots of sleep, as you can imagine. . . . . .( con't )

Chapter 2- The Grass isn't Greener...

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......( con't ) It's not like things were bad at my moms' place, actually, in hindsight, it was pretty good. At the time I did not like it very much because of my stepfather. He wasn't a terrible guy, but he and my mom had a daughter together and she was the princess. She was treated so much different than me. I was like the bastard child that he had to take care of, and she was the legitimate child that he loved. ( Listen, for the record, I am sorry my real dad was irresponsible, and I am sorry you had to take care of his child.... I never expected you to love me, but I was surprised that you didn't.) So, anyways, I figured now that my real father was back, I could get out. I had spent enough weekends with him, I knew how it would be. I was nine, what did I know? I moved after the fourth grade. There were no tears from my mother, and I can't remember my stepfather caring too much. My five year old sister cried. For the summer it was pretty much how I described it before, baseball, greasy food, bars, video games. It was a kids dream. We also went camping alot with people from the bar, and now that I remember... it was mostly single dads with their kids for the weekend. My dad knew a guy that owned a lake back in the woods. It was a lot of good food, alot of beer, horseshoes, swimming and just lounging. It was just perfect.

As summer came to an end, I had to prepare to go to a new school with all new kids. It wouldn't be too bad, I already knew alot of the boys from playing little league. I wasn't very nervous about it. I was more concerned about getting school clothes and supplies. I grew out of most of my clothes from the previous year, and needed quite a few new things. My dad was not interested in spending the money on silly things like school supplies and such. He had to save his money for the bar. I didn't understand it at the time, but he was an alcholholic. He wasn't an angry drunk, and he could hold his own in the drinking department. I eventually got the bare essentials for school, and I was ready to start making new friends. I did miss my other friends alot. Especially Matt, Chad, and Billy. And I had a big crush on this girl named Amy... I would definitly miss her.... I had no idea what the future would hold for her........( con't )

Chapter 1- You Ever Wonder.....

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You ever wonder if one of your parents ever really loved you? I mean sometimes they kind of have to act like they do, but do they really?

I never really knew my father. I lived with him for 6 years. Wait, these two statements don't go together, do they? Well, I never knew my father before I was ten years old... or, at least, I don't remember him. I don't remember most of my early childhood, and quite frankly I don't want to remember it. I have been told that I probably am supressing those memories, because they are painful and unpleasant. So, they can stay suppressed, because if they are anything like the stuff I do remember.... No good.

When my father moved back to Ohio from Texas, my mother told me "Your father has started paying me child support again( he owed over $10,000 ), and you will be spending every other weekend with him." Oh no I wouldn't.... I didn't even know this man. Didn't she tell me not to talk to strangers? She continued... "He'll be here in an hour, go pack a bag." I was not happy, but I decided to give him a chance. He picked me up, and I was curious about where we would be going. We were going to work. He was a refridgerator repair man, and I got to accompany him on his jobs, and sit in the van. Fun. When we were done, we would go to a bar. I was nine, sitting at a bar with a bunch of people who hated their lives. But, it was fun.... soft drinks, greasy food, and video games. I got to be by myself.... roam around and try to get into trouble.... a kids dream. Somehow we decided that I was good at sports, and since it was baseball season.... he enrolled me in little league. I think it was just a place to drop me off.... the fields were right by the bar. In my first game, I hit a homerun and played well in the field. When he heard this... he became interested and started helping coaching. He was a great athlete in his day, I been told... and he was actually proud of me. I was having so much fun... Baseball, bars, junk food, video games.... did I mention bars? I decided it was so much fun, I asked if I could move in with him. My mom didn't like the idea, but after awhile she gave in. That would be the worst mistake I ever made........... (To be con't. )

"It's Not Over "til It's Over".... Ok, It's Over!

"I am a virgin.... I am just not very good at it." -Ramada in "Hot Shots"

Ok, so for those who have been following the (name deleted) situation ( see below ), It's over. Oh well..... I don't want to talk about it now, maybe I'll post it later.

I don't think I did so great on my football picks... maybe 50%.

FILLER......

Propa use of words:
1. Hotel - I gave my girlfriend crabs, and the ho tel everybody.
2. Dictate - My girlfriend say my dictate good
3. Israel - Tito try to sell me a Rolex. I say, "Man, it look fake." He say, "Bull****, that watch israel".
4. Undermine - There's a fine lookin' ho living in the apartment undermine.
5. Acoustic - When I was little, my uncle bought me acoustic and took me to the poolhall.
6. Iraq - When we got to the poolhall, I tol' my uncle iraq, you break.
7.Fortify - I axed this ho on da street, "how much?" she say "fortify."
8. Income - I just got in bed wif da ho and income my wife.
9. Omelette - I should pop yo ass fo what you jus did, but omelette dis one slide.

Self-test questions:

1. How Do You Catch a Unique Rabbit?
Unique Up On It.

2. How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit?
Tame Way, Unique Up On It.

3. What Do You Call Cheese That Isn't Yours?
Nacho Cheese.

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