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Time is a Fickle Little Bitch
Imagine that you were born in 1970. Your grandparents on both sides were business owners. You had big wheel bikes, dirt bikes, and lots of woods to play in. Your father opens a gun shop, at which point he too becomes a business owner.
As the years go by, you're introduced to bands like def leopard, Queen, ac/dc, picked up your first roach, and understanding it was a half smoked marijuana cigarette.
In 1981 you discover porn magazines, learn how to build forts and river rafts, and in 1983 you take your first hunting trip and manage to pull an 8 pointer out of the woods.
In 1990 your High school days are over, and as you look back, you miss nothing of it but a girlfriend you had 2 years prior.
The year 2000 rolls around, and after being denied enrollment in the Army in 1991, your thankful they didn't let you join, knowing how you would have never had the child you are now a father to had they accepted you.
Year 2020, after you lose contact with you parents, one of which you had to bury 5 years prior, and not much left of the life you once knew, you look back with happiness in your heart that your life was so well lived, even through the rough times.
Imagine now that same boy born in the same year to the same family. Everything the same, only this time using a different perspective.
The neighborhood was a rough one in our town. Lots of drugs, lots of fights, and lots of blood spilled, although not typically witnessed by me. The few rememembered involved pool halls, broken pool cues, and at age 10 nearly witnessing the rape of a...
As the years go by, you're introduced to bands like def leopard, Queen, ac/dc, picked up your first roach, and understanding it was a half smoked marijuana cigarette.
In 1981 you discover porn magazines, learn how to build forts and river rafts, and in 1983 you take your first hunting trip and manage to pull an 8 pointer out of the woods.
In 1990 your High school days are over, and as you look back, you miss nothing of it but a girlfriend you had 2 years prior.
The year 2000 rolls around, and after being denied enrollment in the Army in 1991, your thankful they didn't let you join, knowing how you would have never had the child you are now a father to had they accepted you.
Year 2020, after you lose contact with you parents, one of which you had to bury 5 years prior, and not much left of the life you once knew, you look back with happiness in your heart that your life was so well lived, even through the rough times.
Imagine now that same boy born in the same year to the same family. Everything the same, only this time using a different perspective.
The neighborhood was a rough one in our town. Lots of drugs, lots of fights, and lots of blood spilled, although not typically witnessed by me. The few rememembered involved pool halls, broken pool cues, and at age 10 nearly witnessing the rape of a...
