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| My life growing up-I This story is true. It is very true. It is very true I have lied about most if not all of it. It is about my child hood. Well maybe I should back up as you probably don�t want to hear about yesterday or last week or may already know about it. I was born late in life. Mom went bed and woke up with me. I was cold, wet and bloody. Probably cause she kept kickin me and stealing the covers. I grew up fast running through the fields laffin and climbing trees. Then the farmers told me to stop I was scaring the cows too much. Then the owners put barbed wire on top of the fence so I couldn�t climb in the trees anymore and peek in the apartment windows. I was always bringing things home like animals and stuff. I even found a live one, one time. Mom said I took after dad. I remember her telling him about the trash he brought home. I�d heard the caroling in the front yard and then the hollers as they would stumble into the rose bushes. The neighbors helping dad and his friend or friends. Heard em say : and don�t come back. Dad never could remember which house we lived in even tho he was there several times a week. I think he was a night watchman. I�d hear mom complaining about his long hours staying out and watching them playing cards an stuff. Mom never could seem to make up her mind, no wonder dad was confused so much. First she�d tell him he needed to bring home the bacon we were starving. Next she would be telling him to get that pig out of her house. Hmm, I dunno. Most nights dad stayed in the dog house I know cause he would be hammering on the door and after some guidance to his house succeeded in waking mom wanting her to unlock the door. She would holler from the upstairs window to get away and take that dog he had with him. Dad loved animals like me I guess. Most were girl dogs to cause moma always referred to them as byches. Or byches in heat so at least dad stayed warm I guess. I seen some of them as I peeked from the door and some must have been really cold cause dad had his hands all over them warming them up getting circulation back and their noses were awfully red also. One was what I would call "of mixed color" she was black an blue all over. I think somebody stole her money an stuff her white purse was empty in her hand. I could see the two pockets were empty. Mom has a lot of purses just like it only smaller pockets in her drawer. I don�t know why she has so many just alike. I take that back. She had an extra pair of panties stuffed in one pocket so they didn�t get everything she had. Later I went to school. I played with the other parents when their kids brought them on visiting days. it wasn�t a big school, as it was a house. But it wasn�t ever finished cause they called it a Half Way House. That was the year I got to stay with dad for the summer before I went to 1st grade.. Well this is the first part of my childhood. I may tell more later on but probably nothing personal much just as I did in this one. Some things just weren�t meant to be shared. ��..Tommy Part II I asked mom once why didn�t she send daddy�s money to heaven. She said daddy wasn�t in heaven ��..yet. Then she asked me what I meant and I told her she was always telling dad paybacks are hell. I know mom loved him and they had sex all time. Mom was always talkin about catchin daddy with his pants down. I got to go visit daddy once on the farm. I couldn�t wait as I had heard of other kids an the things they did. I wanted to go see the stuff they talked about behind the barn. My older cousins were always talkin about it and my aunt got mad at uncle Harold cause she caught him there with a neighbor. Well we arrived at the farm and all of us got off the bus. It must be really nice inside what mom called the prism farm. I can imagine it. The fairies she talked about. It must be beautiful. I bet daddy works in the top secret part cause of all the guards around. They have boating and stuff. I heard so many talking about up the river. And the mansion must be a wonder. They called it "The Big House". They have tug-a-wars. With guys on the chain gang. I guess daddy was busy that day cause he never took me to see the rest mom talked about. Dad did whisper about one of the fairies but I never saw it. We sat across from where dad took in money behind the glass. I saw one like it once when dad took me to the bookie store he called it. I couldn�t read and dad left his money he paid for the book but forgot to take it with him. Dad had religious friends in uniform too I think. "thy shall not take thy name n vane. They never did. They just ask dad to come down off the roof and everything would be ok. He always left the weather vane there an even when sometimes dad was too scared to come down they never took it either. They just pried his fingers off of it. Dad warned me about going to other peoples churches. Said some of them had toilet stalls in them. One guy in the next one kept hammering on this little screen but dad told him he was out of paper too. I went to a church school for a while as I had a lot of trouble in math and needed help that summer. That first day home mom wanted to ask me stuff but I told her I had to study. I went to my room every night after I got home and studied. I brought home my report card and had all "A�s" on it from math. Mom sat me down and was very concerned. She said she had never seen me study so hard before and now this wonderful report card. Was it the nun�s, or the other kids or what? I told her after the first day there and I saw this guy nailed to that plus sign I knew they meant business. Dad was always into history. He would take me to places I know in old days King Arthur sat surrounded by knights in armor. It had this huge table with chairs all around it. The food wasn�t there yet so girls got up and danced on it. They didn�t have any pockets so dad an the others stuffed money in their bathing suits. Some of them accidentally lost their tops but went on trying to climb this fire pole. One girl was cold cause she lost her top an sat in dads lap to keep warm. Dad kept giving her our lunch money mom gave him but we never got any food. One girl was late I guess cause I saw her take dads watch but she hardly looked at it but I saw her put it in her swimsuit bottom and said it was time she left. They had a private dining area and I saw waitresses taking men back to other rooms but dad said we couldn�t afford it. They must be having lobster cause several said they got some good tail after they came back and were licking the butter off their fingers. They had a lot of bathrooms there too. I could hear them hollering "craps or all crapped out" an stuff. Dad had diarrhea real bad cause mom said he crapped out all time. Then I think she caught it cause she would say it was her time of the month and dad would wrinkle his nose and go ewwwww, an she had headaches alla time. I saw mom in the bath room once with no clothes on. I asked her what that was and I pointed to it. She stuttered and said it was her wash rag. A year or so later my little sister came along and moma looked diff. I asked her where her wash rag was and she said she lost it. Well several week later I ran home and told her I found it. She asked me what? I said your wash rag. She looked puzzled and asked me where I found it. I told her Johnny�s mom was washing dads face with it next door. Mom ran out to get it cause I don�t think the way she talked he was sposed to take it out of the house an calling him a son of a gurl dog. I went to school that year. Mom was tickled to death. I guess she needed to clean the house cause she said she was so glad I was out of it for a while and couldn�t wait till I got my birds or left the nest or something like that. She said when I did I could live with dad a while but I will be out of school by the time he retires from his prism job or gets his pinchin and parole papers. Other dads get new jobs all time but my dad has stayed with this one a long time and mom said he will make it his career, a lawyer I think, like a career criminal. He was out of work a little while but I guess he got bored and went back to his old job. Some guy keeps coming by to see my little sister. He talks about how much she looks like him. She does kinda inna way. Then he rubs my head an messes up my hair and leaves. He only does it when mom is around tho. After several weeks in my first year of school the teachers helped me a lot. They wanted me to sit in front of the class so I could learn more. I felt privileged. Suzy was always my sweetheart. We were very athletic. She would always run when she saw me coming. She got pretty good at it but I would finally catch her. She learned to dance like a balerina. She would kick her leg high in the air but I think she needs more lessons as sometimes I don�t see it coming and she kicks me in the face. I�ve caught her foot several times when she tried to kick my knee and missed. I felt honored my forth year. I skipped four grades. The teachers said it would help if I stayed over another year. I thought they did a good job with me but if they really thought it would help I�d skip going to fifth grade an stay an help them. The next three years were the same so I guess I did a good job. I spent a lot of time in the principals office watching how they do things. I think it was on the job experience thing. I even learned things I never saw the year before. After that I would spend two years in all four grades. Suzy went on and left me behind. I never saw her much after that. She got good at hiding from me. I was a young man now in high school. Kids would see me in the hall and ask me questions just like they did the teachers. Kids in high school liked me more than some of the teachers. Of course I was older than some of my teachers. After I applied for college many of the officials kept changing my records muttering those stupid teachers and their Mickey Mouse schools. I never said anything. I never went to Mickey Mouse school but I figgered the more education I had the better chance I�d have gettin in. I needed it after all. They would change my records from twenty years to twelve. I never convinced them even after showing them all four of my class rings. Each with a diff year on them. Ok, I�ll tell more of this story at a later date if you are even interested in it. My life is so boring anyway��.Tommy |
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