Here we go. I am about to tell it all. All that I can remember that is. I am hoping maybe some people I know can help fill in some of the blanks. Trick is to get those people to follow me. So please, if you have an extra second, find the little "Share this" buttons and get the word out.
As long as I can remember, I have been in trouble. I really have no memories before the second grade. I mean, I remember a Cookie Monster birthday cake, but I don't recall which birthday. I vaguely remember my parents telling me and my brothers that we couldn't watch Ghostbusters (The cartoon) because it was "sacrilegious". I also vaguely recall my father telling me that Santa Claus wasn't real, and that believing in him was like worshiping a false God. So I did have a somewhat religious childhood. I went to church. I remember peeling the paint off the pews in front of me, because I could. It would come off in sheets. It became a little game with us kids, to see who could get the biggest piece without ripping it.
So I guess that was around the second grade. I do not remember who my teacher was. I found myself in the office quite a bit. I think I threw a chair at the blackboard in year two of my school career. I fought a lot. I never lost. I don't remember why I got into fights, just that I did. One day in particular, this kid, whose name I can't think of, was messing with my friends. I see him as bigger than all the other kids in my head. My buddies thought I could take him. To pump me up, my best friend at the time, (We will call him C.M.), he started chanting, "Seamus Blood Murphy", over and over. It was kind of like turning on, "Eye Of The Tiger" at full volume. So I was all pumped up. I ran up to the big bully, and I gave him a flying kick to the neck. Needless to say he didn't bully my friends anymore.
That's a funny thing. I fought alot, and sometimes picked on kids, but I look back now and think of myself as almost the defender of the little guy. Like my little brother for instance. He was small, and got picked on a lot. I put him through hell myself. But if someone picked on him, I would fuck that kid up. Not just my brother either. There were a few other kids that I defended. Gotta get back to the story...
So I got into trouble, and that's what I can't figure out. Usually there is some trauma, some abuse, an episode of, "Touched By An Uncle". I don't remember any of that sort of thing happening to me. Maybe I thought it was cool to get the attention. I wasn't neglected at home or anything. My family was normal-ish, with the exception of the religious stuff. There wasn't any domestic violence or anything like that. We were kind of poor, so we never had nice things. Hand me downs were what we got for back-to-school clothes. One outfit from whatever the cheap store was back then. There weren't Wal-Marts or Targets, no Best Buys to sell us out "Laptops." What the fuck was a laptop? I remember our first family P.C. 8mb ram, a 2x CD-ROM, and a dial-up modem. I'm drifting here.
School just wasn't for me, and that was apparent from the very beginning. I do think some of it was to impress the other kids. If I could just go back... I suppose we have all dreamed that at one time or another. We were the Class Of 2000! So much promise and hope. Silly. There was a picture taken of us back then. If anyone has it, please, post it to my blog, Facebook, or email me. I guess that concludes or chapter for today. I don't feel like I got anywhere, but at least I did something. Remember to share it with your friends! Love ya!
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