On November 26, 1986, I was a completely different person from what I am today. On November 27, 1986, everything changed. At almost 20 years ago this very same minute, I was in Dalton, Georgia heading south on the highway to Hell. Can you guess where? I was in the process of moving from the Chicago area to Florida. Later in the afternoon on November 26, 1986, I stopped in Atlanta. The weather was much warmer than Minnesota or the Chicago area for late November, but the temperatures were in the mid 60s, which I could live with. Also, the fall colors were peaking. Later that day I continued heading south. By the time I got to Valdosta, Georgia, the weather was too fucking hot. It was no longer nice or acceptable. I got into Jacksonville, Florida at around 11PM and I saw a thermometer and the temperature was 73°. By 5:30PM on November 27, 1986, I arrived at my brother's condo in Pompano Beach, just in time for Thanksgiving dinner.

   Later that night, I arrived at my new house in Florida and I thought it would be neat to put the cat on the bathroom sink and I was there for less than 5 minutes and my mother was in a bitchy mood. If that's not all, it was still in the 70s and very muggy and my parents did not put the air conditioner on and it was so fucking hot in that house and then it dawned on me: My life turned to shit because my parents decided to move from someplace cool like the Chicago area to Florida, which was a fucking cesspool. I had to have Florida shoved down my throat because other people like it. Most of my relatives live in Florida and they love it there because they are a bunch of assholes and they have shit for brains!

    I never wanted to move to Florida, but my parents told me that I had no choice because I wasn't earning enough money to live on my own. I had also graduated college in 1986 when I found out that there weren't a lot of jobs in what I majored in. That wasn't what I was told when I decided to major in it. When I decided to major in traffic and physical distribution, they told me there were lots of jobs in that field. Those fucking bastard lying piece of shit motherfuckers! Meanwhile, everyone I knew told me that I had no choice but to move to Florida because everyone I knew was a fucking asshole!

     If that's not all, my parents tried to stop me from driving down to Florida on my own because they wanted to treat me like a fucking retard. November 23, 1986 was my final day of living in the house that I grew up at. When I got into Florida on November 27, the temperature was in the mid 80s which was too fucking hot and the fucking dew point was in the upper 60s in that cesspool of fucking shit. It's not supposed to be hot and muggy during the month of November! During the years 1987, 1988, 1989 and 1990, I tried to be patient and give Florida a chance, but during that time frame, I discovered another reason why Florida fucking sucks, almost on a daily bases. During that time frame, I got harassed by the police quite a few times and if you think that the cops up north are a bunch of currupt evil brutal assholes, that is noting in comparison to the way they are in Florida! I had so many horrible experiences when I lived in Florida, I can't even mention fraction of them and to top it all off, the weather was too fucking hot out most of the time. During Christmas 1989, something wonderful happened while I was living in Florida! A real nice cold front came through and the high temperature was only in the 50s and the low was in the 30s and I thought it was beautiful, but everyone else acted like the world was coming to an end and they thought that was too cold because most people in Florida are a bunch of assholes. At long last, I thought that the weather would be nice for the rest of the winter. Well, a few days later it did not only get too fucking hot out, but it turned out to be 1 of the hottest winters on record. If that's not enough, the governor of Florida, Bob Martinez (who was a fucking asshole, by the way) decided that he was going to ban music from a group called the 2 Live Crew. Freedom of speech is something that I feel very strongly about and anyone who tries to take it away ends up on my shit list and because this happened in Florida caused me to hate that state so much that I couldn't take living there anymore. That was the straw that broke the camel's back!

    It took until 1994 before I decided to move out of that cesspool of shit. On February 13, 1994 when I was getting ready to go to work at noon, I checked the thermometer to see what the temperature was and it was 95° and when I saw that I went into a total rampage. I went into that rampage because I keep records of the weather and it had never gone up to 95° during the month of February before and I was pissed! I remember the 1st year when I lived in Florida during March 1987 and the temperature was in the upper 80s and the dew point was in the 70s and it was too fucking hot out and my mother told me that it gets that hot in Chicago during the month of March because she thought that I was a fucking retard who would believe that. My mother once told me that Chicago gets hit with hurricanes too!

    Now, I don't want to be about total negativity here. Someone once told me to think about the good things that came out of living in Florida or what did I learn from the experience? Well, I learned that the world is a lot more rotten and horrible beyond my wildest nightmares. I also learned that it is important not to take nice weather for granted and because of my parents, I had nice weather stolen from me because it was too fucking hot most of the time, but the most important thing that I learned from my experience is Florida sucks! I also met my friend Joon while I was living in Florida and the reason that I like her so much is because she is intelligent enough to realize that Florida sucks. If that's not all, there were times that me and Joon would go into the drug store and look at the laxatives and enemas and laugh while looking at pictures of people being bent over on the box and reading the instructions on the proper way for someone to stick an enema up their ass!

    Another thing is the time period from 1982-Thanksgiving 1986 is it was in 1982 that I graduated from high school and I discovered freedom and liberation from all the shit I experienced while I was growing up and going to school. While I was growing up, my parents tried to shelter me and treat me like I was a fucking retard in hopes that I would grow up to be as stupid as they are along with most of the other conformists brain dead assholes in the world. It was really liberating and cool when I was old enough to drive into Chicago and go to clubs that played cool punk and alternative music. I will never forget the time when I went to a club in Chicago when they showed a video of some guy crawling on a bathroom floor struggling to make it to the toilet while he was vomiting blood. That was fucking cool!

   My parents had an agenda behind moving to Florida. They thought that moving to Florida would cause me to turn "normal", but instead, the complete opposite happened. Shortly after I moved there, I was talking about the movie Personal Best, which was about lesbian athletes and the thing that the women talked about was fucking each other and the message that the movie brought up is that women do fuck women. Well, in January 1987 when my brother came over and when I mentioned that in front of my father, he told me that he should have given me a good crack across the head for talking like that 10 years ago and he was able to make me feel guilty for talking like that. In 1993, my friend Joon told me that she once sucked on a guy's dick and she got a pubic hair stuck in her throat! I mentioned that in front of my father when my brother was over and he was so upset with me for talking like that and I didn't really give a flying fuck. Living in Florida made me turn very militant! On July 13, 1994, I started living in Murderapolis, but things would never be the same because everything changed on Thanksgiving 1986 and I hope that I made myself clear when I mentioned that I don't like hot weather.

Pat has been told on multiple occasions to "release the past" mostly from New Age Assholes who won't do that themselves.  There is something more important to remember:  Those who don't remember the past are condemed to repeat it.  Pat has been through a lot of shit and he doesn't want to move back to Florida because he "forgot" about how bad that it sucked.  Meanwhile, so many people make the same mistakes over and over again because they are in denial about how so many things from the past was a bunch of total fucking shit.  That is why it is important to continue reading Pat's 2006 Vision of the World Page so you will be educated, entertained, but most importantly, if you do somehting that fucked your life up in the past, it will most likely fuck up your life if you do it in the future!