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Termyn8or -> RE: What were you doing exactly 10 years ago? (8/19/2010 11:22:57 PM)
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I was not really responsive, but I do appreciate the good wishes for my journey into the second half century of my life.
I'll have to relate to you a story for that, which begins in 1989. I got in a car wreck on the way to work. I didn't drive for years until I talked to the right lawyers. In 2000 I began riding with a coworker to and fro work as he not only drove damnear past my house, I also befriended him. It wasn't my fault.
The day I met him he was introduced by my boss to me as a "fellow Electrasound graduate". That place was tough to work for to say the least. He and I had both quit - NOT got fired. He keww his shit and so did I and we made that company a hell of alot of money. But we had solidarity. They wanted us to come in on Saturdays, he took care of that.
So he's driving this Escort that gets good mileage, and doesn't ask for ass, grass or gas, but he like beer !
The first day we met he freely gave me a ride home. On the way, in the fast lane, a truck pulls over, and we are driving underneath the trailer, and he is doing precision driving like I have never seen from anyone except in my own family. It turns out his family is car people too, and we agreed very quickly that we needed a beer after the truck changed lanes. We almost died that day, because someone didn't see the shitcan in their mirror while driving a big semi.
Later I found out he had Humtington's disease. Boy that would set your mind to rest, with the tremors and all. Later he killed himself because he had seen what it did to his Mother, how she died strapped down to a table in a hospital.
Really people, alot of things do not stick in my head, because I refuse to stick them there. It may have been 12 or 13 years but what would really be the difference ? What I was doing ten years ago was getting fucked up on my fortieth birthday, but somehow I think the question was asked in a broader sense.
After Rich died, I was back on the bus. Bills had to be paid. There was this Woman on there with a totally incorrigable kid, I would estimate about six years old. He was not only hitting her but also hitting other passengers ! They let it slide but you know what I felt like doing ? We have a scrollsaw, but my sinister won't let me keep it here. Bitch. Anyway I wanted to make a paddle for the kid and either engrave or burn "BOARD OF EDUCATION" on it and give it to her. Later I find (it was a long ride) that she wound up putting the kid on ritalin.
I saw too much of life riding the bus that I won't do it anymore except in dire emergencies. I learned how to keep my mouth fucking shut. They don't need to know how much I make or what I have, they don't need to know that I could (at the time) buy and sell them. The time spent during these trips gave me time to think. And I thought, and I just pretended to be asleep. Truthfully sometimes I did actually fall asleep but it didn't matter because I was going to the end of the route anyway. Nice guys, they will carry your carcass outta there at any time.
Enough. Much more you will have to register at my website for a small fee and then you can read my autobiography. I'll get it up and running this millenium if I can.
jk
T
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