| In case you've just tuned in (and I know you have because this is the first paragraph ever) let me tell you a little about myself. I come from a family of four (twice expanded). Both my parents remarried, which wasn�t so bad. I got a new little brother out of the deal. I come from a town full of abandon potteries, where bars and banks now seem to grow like weeds. Unemployment is miracle grow for dive bars and money pits. You think your high school mascot sucked? Mine was a 10 foot tall fiery kiln, named Potter Pete. In high school I managed to excel in only two things, math, and pissing off the teachers. Afterwards, aimlessly, I landed a job at the only place within 20 miles that would hire someone that couldn�t serve alcohol, Wal-Mart. Why were they hiring? Because that�s what they do best, hire new, cheaper people to replace the highly trained and more expensive people they fired the week before. Just for the record Wal-Mart sucks, more to come on that later. After an incident with an older employee, I quit and sat in the parking lot of a local recruiter�s office. (He was 3 hours late) I didn�t leave until my name was on the dotted line. That dotted line had more life shaping skills than I had originally realized, but no regrets by far. But to make my story short, (not unlike my stubby little pencil), two years have passed and I�m now married and find myself sitting in a tent somewhere in Iraq. Funny how things work out huh? Now will you please help me out of this nutshell? |
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