Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 21:01:54 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Jason's Journey - Part Thirteen" (bi, true)
This is a story about the growing up and coming of age of a typical Ohio
boy by the name of Jason as told to me through the exchange of a series of
Email. It is a true story detailing true events with only the names,
including Jason's, having been changed to protect the travelers we meet
along the way. We continue our tale with Jason putting the past behind him
and moving into the home where it all began and looking forward to whatever
the future brings. The lyrics to "The Time Has Come (Pikachu's Goodbye)"
is copyright by Siegler/Loeffler/Grossfeld. Comments about the story can
be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com and those
who wish to correspond directly with Jason may do so at
journeyofjason@yahoo.com
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: NEW BEGINNINGS, UNEXPECTED SETBACKS
April 2005. Spring is here; the air is fresh. A new beginning for
all Earth's creatures, including me. I have been going to the pain clinic
for almost a year now and they have me on several drugs that help reduce
the pain. It still hurts but I'm feeling better, physically and
emotionally. I haven't had a cigarette in almost a month now and I really
don't want one except when I get to campus. For some reason, I really want
to smoke at school. Since Alisa and I went to the bar that night and I
came out to her, I have been a little more open and letting some friends
know about me being bi, and, I have to admit, it does feel better to be out
despite the new set of complications that brings. Kookie is much better
too. She is around eight pounds overweight now, but the diet the vet put
her on is helping.
So, life is good, and I'm back checking out the scenery. I know I
mentioned at one point about a boy a few years younger than myself whom I
knew when I was younger and that I met at the Moose, and that I would look
at his picture and jack off. He is at the branch where I'm presently
attending college, and I talk with him every now and then. He is still a
cutie, and I still jack off picturing him. Another kind of dorky-looking,
mousy guy, the type of guy I have been going for most of my life. He was
in one of my classes a few semesters ago and I couldn't keep my eyes off
him. He sat right in front of me and I would be lost just staring at the
back of his head, imagining what I would like to do with him. I am
starting to wonder if he might have some gay or bi tendencies from some of
the stuff I've heard. He hasn't been on a real date, and has never had a
steady girlfriend. I might try to work some of my charms on him.
I am working on a story about a preacher's son and daughter and the
daughter's boyfriend based on two guys in choir whom I see four hours a
week. I need to find out if they are twins, and if not who is older.
Their father is a preacher. I have almost all the info I need and I am
taking mental notes as I watch them in class to try and get their
mannerisms down. It is kind of distracting and a couple of times the prof
has been talking to me and I am off in my own world. She needs me though,
so I don't think she'll get too pissed. Religion will be the focus of the
story. One thing that I love about church folk, they can be so trusting
and naive at times. They are also fun to corrupt like I am starting with
the boy in my choir that I am basing the preacher story on. I am slowly
starting to bring him around to my way of thinking, heh, heh, heh! Of
course I'm sure you've sensed I'm very anti-religion right now. It is one
of the worst mental diseases in this world, not to mention the cause of
war, violence, bigotry, and close-minded ignorance.
We are moving out to Grandma's in July and I'm really looking forward
to it, but we can't get high speed Internet out there yet so I am going to
have to go back to dial up. Ugh! We are fixing her house up right now by
painting, ripping and laying new carpet, and some landscape issues.
Eventually, we are going to put a second story on the house and I will move
up there and have about 1500 sq. ft. for me and my animals. I take Buffy
Bunny out and let him play in one of the spare rooms at Grandma's and he
loves it, finally really getting to stretch his legs out. He has almost
tripled in size since I got him two months ago. I got him a big cardboard
tube that he can hide in and chew on and he is laying in it right now with
half his butt sticking out. He is such a cutie. (Actually, I found out
after I named him that Buffy is a boy, not a girl. I think I might be
giving him a complex with the girly name!) I am going to take all four of
the bunnies out tomorrow and let them play together for a while.
I can't wait to get out there, but I am going to miss this place. New
beginnings means letting go of some of the old. I was thinking earlier
about all the things that have happened in this house and all the firsts
for me in every room. The first time I jacked off was in the room
upstairs, I lost my virginity to a female in the garage, the first time I
jacked off with another person was upstairs. . . . There are so many
wonderful memories. There are also a lot of things I will be glad to get
away from.
For one, the hundreds of little things that remind me of the women of
my past. My life was so much easier before these dreaded beasts called
females came into my life. The thing is, I never broke up with a girl
unless I was sure that there was someone else. That is why they overlap,
as I'm sure you've noticed in reading about my journey. When my
relationship with Alisa began she was kind of stalking me, and it turned
out she is actually the one who taught me how to stalk, and I got pretty
good at it in later years. That was in the days before caller ID. Damn
advancements in technology for making it so hard to stalk people anymore!
ROTFLMAO I said her dad was crazy, and it is a fact proven several years
ago when he wound up in a psych ward. Years after we'd been seeing each
other, actually not all that long ago, I found out that Alisa went out the
next day and found the single to Michael Bolton's song at the record shop
and listened to it over and over. She said she always considered it our
song. I still can't listen to it without getting really depressed.
Speaking of songs, they played "In My Dreams" at the REO Speedwagon
concert last night and it brought back a ton of feelings about Jessica. I
still carry a bit of a flame for her even if she did reject me right from
the start, and if given the chance I would go for her without a moment's
hesitation. Every once in a while something will trigger my memory of my
first time ever with a girl. That totally new feeling of Caroline's cunt
squeezing the head of my dick is a feeling I'm going to remember for
countless jerk offs in the future. Even after I have had full- blown sex
with both men and women that is an experience I'll never forget. And of
course I'll never forget Nicole. The last I heard from Alisa, Nicole and
her new fling are planning on getting married soon. I pity the sucker. He
has no idea what he is getting into. His ex wife was a fat cow though, so
he is used to being with undesirable people. Goddamn, I can't believe what
I did for her, what I sacrificed for her. She is the one person in this
world I thought I could trust not to hurt me, but she hurt me more than
anyone else.
I still think of Tara every day and there is always something that
reminds me of her in the house or around town. She is a nurse at one of
the hospitals North of here.
I had a dream about her the other night and when I woke up, I was truly
happy for a moment, until reality set in. I have really been dragging
since then and trying to find things to take my mind off it. It's like
Cher says, "If I Could Turn Back Time." I was with Tara for over two years
and I still love her. I still get her old letters out a few times a year
just to read them and try to remember what was going on at the time. I
have a full dresser drawer filled with stuff she got me for Valentine's Day
or Christmas, pictures, movie stubs, cards, key chains, just little things
to remember her. I know I should get rid of that stuff, but I just can't.
I think it would be too much like giving her up again and there is still a
small part of me that wishes I could get her back. That she wore her hair
short pissed me off when we were going together. I love long hair on
girls, but she wouldn't grow it any longer. I ran into her a few years ago
and she'd let it grow out quite a bit. From what I have heard, she and her
husband have another child and are happy together.
And of course there are all the guys of my past. A few years ago
James and I talked to each other and worked things out. We don't talk to
each other on a regular basis, but we are civil when we see each other. I
still would love to see him again and see if something might happen between
us, but I doubt it. I think he has a girlfriend now. The only thing is
that fourteen seems kind of late in life to be experimenting like we were.
I think if anything he might be bi like I am. The thing is, James and I
were doing stuff together at the same time Mike and I were doing stuff, and
we all knew each other, but I never even thought of trying to get all three
of us together. Boy hindsight is 20/20.
A few years ago at the mall I used to work at I saw Tara's cousin
Jeremy whom I used to babysit. He didn't recognize me, but he is very
cute, still kind of squirrelly though. As for Chicken Hawk, the last I
heard, he was living at the county home. And of course there's Ryan. I
derive a lot of my personality from him now. I have really copied his
mannerisms and even some expressions he used. Things are going great for
him now. He has lost a lot of weight and is the store manager of a local
restaurant making much more money and working better hours. I am happy for
him. I know his mom from one of the grocery stores and told her to have
him call me, but I don't think he has my number anymore. I tell people
that I once slept with my male boss to get a promotion at the Shell
station.
I haven't seen Gary since the end of class, and I'm not sure what he
is up to right now. I did do a lot of research while I was interested in
him and found out that the legal age of consent in Ohio between two males
is 16, at least from what I have read. The Internet is one great source
for almost anything you could possibly want to know. When we first got the
Internet I quickly learned the ins and outs of the news group mazes and
still use them today. Now though, I have to pay for them. I use Easynews
for $10 a month or 10 GB, very worth it to me.
I love incest stories and still get off on the Hanson Brothers' Orgy
story by the Dream Spinner. I want to stress that I never have, nor would
I ever do anything with my nephew or any other minor while I am over the
legal age. And speaking of Eric, his bio father stepped back into the
picture recently because Eric's mother wanted to get back at my brother.
It backfired on her and now he is fighting for custody again and saying
that my brother is on drugs and she is with an abuser. Now, she has two
men fighting her for custody. She and my brother were just about to reach
an agreement for shared custody too.
New beginnings are not easy. I am so tired from working in the garden
and the house that I get home and just collapse. We are painting my room
with the same dark blue ceiling and a little lighter blue on the walls that
I have here. Then I get to take my stuff off the shelves, about 28 feet of
Beanies and drinking glasses and whatever else. I am probably going to
have to put my snakes in the closet because there will be no room with the
rest of my junk. I decided to knock off early tonight and come home at
11:00 p.m. instead of 1:00 a.m. I painted my room, ceilings and walls,
closets, doors, everything. I even painted a pentagram on the floor that
will be covered with carpet, but at least I know it is there. It is going
to be a really cramped space, just enough room for me, my bed, my bunnies,
snakes, TV and computer hopefully.
Everything else will be downstairs. I have also cleared out a lot of the
fallen trees in the woods and whacked down the poison ivy. I had to climb
up on the roof of the barn yesterday because a tree had fallen onto it.
The only ladder we had looked to be about 100 years old, an old hayloft
ladder. I was scared shitless, but I made it. I LOVE the chain saw! I
never used one before this week. It is so cool to have so much power in
your hands. I also love riding the lawn mower all over the property. I
have never had a riding mower before and it is great.
I have been burning trees and brush out at Grandma's and smell like
smoke. Big freaking fires though. I like fire! We will be getting carpet
in about a week and then finally start really moving stuff in. I enjoy the
work, but I will be glad when everything is done.
New beginnings can also be dangerous. I was out at Grandma's clearing
some more bushes and ran into King Kong Spider so I decided to turn tail
and run like a little bitch, after a high-pitched girly scream of course.
Not sure if I mentioned it before, but I am horribly, deathly,
unbelievably, drastically, (insert other ---ly word here) afraid of
spiders.
This wasn't an ordinary spider, this thing made tremors that measured on
the Richter scale it was so big. I got the fuck out!
Tomorrow, for the 4th of July, we are having a family get together at
Grandma's. Funny, I still refer to it as Grandma's, probably always will.
There are some things of the past that will never change. I am planning on
getting drunk as one of George Bush's underage daughters because I hate
almost everyone that is coming except for my aunt and uncle who live next
door and their daughter and son-in-law. My aunt is up from Texas. Her son
and his new whore who broke up his marriage will be there. This will be
explosive because his wife said that if the whore shows up, she (the wife)
will be there too. Should be a nice little cat fight breaking out.
"Jer-ry, Jer-ry, Jer-ry!" (From Jerry Springer incase you haven't seen it.)
My cousin (Jake's dad) and his wife will be there. Both of them are
hypocritical "Christians" that try to thump their Bible down your throat.
He is a contractor and everything he and his crew have ever made is a piece
of shit. Good Mr. Christian told Grandma to call the insurance company and
tell them that she needed a new roof because of the weather when it wasn't
weather related. Grandma was too honest to do something like that. We
told him we wanted a new porch on the house and for him to use treated
wood, which he didn't. A year later, half the porch fell off. We had
windows put in and they fogged up within the month and we have been after
him for ten years to use our lifetime warranty and replace them, which he
hasn't. The drawer in Grandma's kitchen kept falling out whenever you
pulled it open and he said there was nothing you could do to fix it. I
pulled it out last night and all it needs is a new roller mechanism
attached to it, probably a three-dollar piece at Home Depot. It is really
comforting to know this guy is on the job and Mom wants to use him to do
any work we need on the house, stupid bitch. I don't care if it is family
or not, when he builds shit, you don't hire him. I am just waiting for him
to say something about my pentagram. I will totally go off on him. The
way it is presenting, it is in a Wiccan position, top of the star pointing
North. That is my religion and I don't care if he likes it or not. If he
tries to start witnessing to me, I will tell him I will listen as long as
he listens to my religion. I just hope I make it through tomorrow without
seriously offending someone, because I have been in a very bitchy mood.
Speaking of religion, there are a lot of things in Star Wars 3 that I
think are pointed right at religion and I am actually starting to write a
paper about it. Palpatine says the Jedi are close- minded and have narrow,
dogmatic views, and to truly learn something, you need to study all aspects
of it. Now if that isn't a description of religions around the world then
I don't know what is! For another thing, the Jedi, as well as Christians,
only follow what they are told and are too afraid to learn about everything
else.
I am watching the Best of Real Sex on HBO and there are over a hundred
genres of porn. They are showing everything from shaving, mature,
lactating (yuck), trannys, all sorts of weird things. I don't look down on
anyone for their fetishes though because I know I have some weird ones
myself. They just showed a statistic that porn featuring fat women is
number three in the market. Maybe I should let Nicole know. Speaking of
Nicole and thinking about this Journey, I get really pissed thinking about
Nicole, the no good dirty slut fucker. (God, it is getting so hard to come
up with new swear phrases. I would love to go to England and learn to
swear like they do. They are on a whole other fucking level of swearing.)
Well, we had the family get together. I am worn out after dealing
with them. Everything went well. I didn't have to bitch at anyone, but I
did hide in my room most of the day. Like I said, even with new
beginnings, there are some things in the past that won't change! The new
house is shaping up so I shouldn't be spending as much time out there. My
part of inside work is done. I have refused to paint anything else, so I
am just working in the woods now. Only problem is there is only so much
daylight, and when you don't get up until after noon, there goes half of
it. I'm going to bed. I've been a little under the weather lately from my
Remicade treatments. Seems to be working, just gives me a day or two of
the yucks.
Watched that episode of Family Guy again today where the neighbor
thinks Taylor Hanson is a chick. I laugh my ass off every time I see that
and think back to when I made the same mistake about all three of them!
Tay's still one hot looking guy. I cannot believe the commercial on tv
right now. It is for something called interactive male, a gay dating
service. I cannot believe it is allowed on in this area with all the
people who have the heads shoved so far up their asses. Of course though,
it was preceded and followed by straight dating services.
Eric calls up and wants to know if he can spend the day. I go pick
him up and we go out to Grandmas and do a little work, then come home to
town. He wants to watch one of my DVD's that I got at the porn shop. We
watch a little over an hour and then Mom calls and says they will be home
in about thirty minutes. I tell him and then say that I want to get off
before they got home. We take the same position as last time with me in
the corner and him on the edge of the bed. I am able to sit and watch him
without him knowing. I am surprised when he actually shoots. I had never
seen him shoot before. That pushes me over the edge and I shoot off. He
starts making fun of me because he, a thirteen-year-old, shot before me.
Mom gets home and he goes out and spends time with them, so I have another
quick wank then have to take him home. The day turns out a hell of a lot
better then I figured.
Still working at the house tearing up the bushes and trees, etc. I
need to paint the floor in my room because the animals had accidents in
there. The carpet guy is coming Wednesday so I will hopefully have it down
within two weeks then I can really start moving my stuff. For some reason,
my week has been running together. I thought Monday was Tuesday, Tuesday
was Wednesday, and today (Thursday) was Saturday. I am all fucked up.
Sometimes when things get too hectic I use Mikala (my crystal skull)
to find my focus. A few days before I was fired from Shell, I spent about
an hour holding him and concentrating trying to listen and the only thing
that I could get out of him was "beware". Since Grandma died, I have her
crystal skull sitting next to mine. It is rose colored, fitting because
her name was Rose. When I first got mine, Robbyne said that it wanted to
be near something pink (of all the crystal skulls out there, I get the one
exploring his feminine side, LOL) so now they are sitting next to each
other. It was a very enjoyable trip and I would love to go on another with
Robbyne. If I had the money, I would go to Egypt with her in November, but
almost $4000 is a bit out my price range right now. There are so many
places in the world I want to go. I heard about the West Edmonton Mall in
Alberta and need to add it to my list. I guess I should see the rest of my
own country though before I go globe trotting.
I painted the floor in my room last night with this stuff called
Killz.
It is supposed to get rid of pet odors and anything else that would leave
a smell. I find it more relaxing to use a brush to paint, so I did my
whole floor with a brush. I was so high when I was done I couldn't see
straight, pretty cool. The few grey cells that I have left that I call a
brain probably popped. I am about to collapse I am so tired, I don't even
have the strength to take my evening shower tonight. I guess the dirt will
still be there tomorrow morning.
I felt like such a hick tonight. I couldn't find any shorts to wear
out to the new house to work in so I had to cut the legs off of a pair of
jeans. Then, I couldn't find a shirt that would be cool enough to work in,
so I had to cut the sleeves off one of my shirts and used the sleeve as a
head band to keep my hair off my neck. God, all I needed was a piece of
straw hanging out of my mouth and I could have moved to West Virginia and
fit right in. I had to pull a tree that had fallen over and almost tore
down the neighbor's fence. It was a lot bigger than I thought it was,
probably 25 feet, so there is little 140 pound me dragging this damn tree
behind me trying to get across the lane and hoping it didn't fall and hit
the fence. Luckily I got it over where it wouldn't be in the way, then I
fell over next to it and just lay there for a while catching my breath
while sucking on my cigarette. I know. The two don't go together.
Saw an interesting program on the E channel last night, inside the
mind of a serial killer. They talked about John Wayne Gacey, Jeffrey
Dahmer, a guy who killed and skinned people and wore their skin, a woman
who posed as a prostitute and killed the men she was with, all sorts of
weirdos. I missed about an hour of it and it is on again Tuesday so I hope
I can catch the first part and see what kinds of weird people are out
there, and what not to do so I don't get caught. ;-)
Been a bad week for me. I got a tetanus booster last Monday since I
am working in the woods where farm animals have been and I have been sick
off and on since. I went to Cedar Point with a friend on Thursday and got
so sick I almost threw up several times. That didn't stop me from going on
the rides though and I paid for it most of the day. There was some damn
nice "scenery" up there, both male and female. Friday I went to see
Collective Soul at the Football Hall of Fame festival in Canton. There was
a cute guy around 16 sitting next to me, the same nerdy goofball I usually
go for. Great fodder for more jerk off sessions. It was a great show, but
I got sick on the ride home and threw up for the first time in a long time
while I was sober. I am finally feeling better today. On top of
everything else, my pup is sick again, pretty bad this time. I have to
take her in to the vet in the morning and they don't think things sound
good.
The new carpet comes Thursday, so I will be ready to move my stuff in
that night. We are going to be getting DSL (not Dick Sucking Lips, LOL) out
there so I won't be stuck with dial up. A shiver goes up my spine when I
even mention dial up. Gonna go finish up a few things on the computer. I
had to do a system restore tonight because I downloaded I-tunes last week
and it fucked everything up, so I need to check and see where I am with
everything.
I close my eyes
And I can see
The day we met
Just one moment and I knew
You're my best friend
'Do anything
For you
We've gone so far
And done so much
And I feel
Like we've always been together
Right by my side
Through thick and thin
You're the part of my life
I'll always remember
The time has come
It's for the best I know it
Who could've guessed that you and I . . .
Somehow, someday
We'd have to say goodbye.
You've helped me find
The strength inside
And the courage
To make all my dreams come true
How will I find
Another friend
Like you
Two of a kind
That's what we are
And it seemed
Like we were always winning
But as our team
Is torn apart
I wish we could go
Back to the beginning
The time has come
It's for the best I know it
Who could've guessed that you and I . . .
Somehow, some way
We'd have to say goodbye.
Somehow today . . . we have to say goodbye
I heard this song about five years ago when I started watching Pokemon and
I knew I would play it when this day came, but I just didn't think it would
be this soon. August 15, 2005. Another very black day. We have to have
Kookie put to sleep. She has liver cancer and her kidneys are shutting
down. They were going to do it last Tuesday, but I wanted a few more days
with her and I thought she might snap out of it. She couldn't eat, the one
thing she loved to do, and she wasn't drinking much or even going to the
bathroom. We were going to do it last night, but the doctor is an asshole
and he doesn't go in for emergency calls and he redirected us up to Canton
if it was an emergency.
Two weeks have gone by and I am still kind of in shock over Kookie and
trying to get back to some sort of normalcy. We are finally getting the big
stuff out to the new house and I start back to school on Monday. I have
been going crazy trying to get my student loans in order so I can actually
go to classes. The stupid school has been sending me the wrong papers for
the entire summer and now I had to rush around again to get things
straightened out.
I am still living at the old house and waiting for the Internet to get
hooked up out at Grandma's. They said it could take anywhere from one to
two weeks still. Mom and Dad are living out there and keep hounding me to
move the rest of my stuff. I keep telling them I can't move because I need
the Internet for school, and of course my porn (which I am not telling
them). School started three weeks ago and I am getting bombarded with
computer classes. I have comp. assembly, networking, ergonomics, and
visual basic. I don't even know what the hell visual basic is still don't
after three weeks of class. I have about forty pounds of books that I have
to lug around. I have already started the countdown, only thirteen weeks
left!
I got a new dog from the pound. She is a Shih Tzu/Cocker Spaniel mix
named Missy. I call her a little shitzel. She weighs about ten pounds and
hasn't left my side since I got her. She is fitting in with the rest of
the animals pretty well. I also picked up a terrier mix named Molly. Her
face looks just like Kookie and she is fitting in too. Mom says she has
peed the bed in the middle of the night, but that is probably from all the
new adjustments. Turns out she is diabetic.
I have really enjoyed these last few weeks without the rents living
here. I haven't had clothes on except to go to school and out to smoke. I
have been able to set the temp at what is comfortable for me and haven't
woken up drenched in sweat. I had an appointment with my shrink the other
day and I found out I may be bipolar-2. I have some damn good drugs though
for mood elevators and to help me sleep. He put me on Trazadone for
sleeping, but the warning says if you develop a prolonged or painful
erection, stop taking it right away. I read online that it could require
surgery and possible impotence. I'm a little worried about that one.
Everything else seems to be going well. My pup has fit right in and
doesn't leave my side for anything. I was really missing something after
Kookie and though she will never be replaced, Missy has filled that void.
Well, it is October 4 and I am almost all moved in to grandmas now,
just a few small things left at the old house. I have been sleeping out
here for about a week now. The DSL is hooked up and I have my network
running. God I miss cable. I swear I could go out, get on a plane and
find the info myself faster than this is running. I have found three
snakes out here, one black rat and two other black snakes of sorts. The
first two weren't too happy and I just took them up into the woods. The
bigger one, about four feet, was biting my glove and seemed pissed. The
smaller one was only about two feet. The black rat snake was a beauty. He
was about five feet long and was so tame I picked him up without gloves to
put him into an aquarium so I could study him. When I was done, I took him
up on the hill and found a nice patch of leaves and fallen branches for him
to go into. He started going off then stopped and turned around to look at
me. Then he turned again and took off under the leaves. I wish I could
have kept him, but I just don't have the right size tank for him right now.
I've thought about going to be a vet, but do you know how much science and
math vets need to know? I'm the guy that would stick with a major until I
had to start taking math classes, and then I would just change majors
instead of taking the class.
I'd really been looking forward to the move to Grandma's and to the
new year at school and all, but this is turning out to be a year from hell.
My Crohn's has flared again and I'm on prednisone and cipro, which isn't
helping much. Tests say there is a tightening in the resection area that
is definite but stable. So, though I managed to finish the fall classes
I've had to drop my Spring 06 classes, and I don't think I'm going to be up
to doing summer session either. On top of it all, thanks to my family I
have caught bronchitis and have not been doing much of anything but laying
around watching TV. Of course that is not all bad. Watched Ned's
Declassified School Survival Guide with Devon Werkheiser the other day. I
tell you, if I were ten years younger! As for real life, I went to Cedar
Point last week with my friend I met at Kmart. Had a great time as usual.
I wouldn't mind getting him in bed, but that will never happen.
May 5, 2006. A year has passed by since I began this chapter, and in
retrospect, this has really not been a good year. My paternal grandfather
died today. He and I were pretty close when I was growing up, but back in
'97 we had a huge fight and he said I really wasn't a Spencer being
adopted. That really pissed me off and I never really got over it. He'd
been going downhill over the last few months and went into the hospital
last week. I wasn't well enough to attend the funeral. My cousin Mitch
(the boy whose feet I once licked on a whim) has turned out to be a drunk
and a drug addict. He came to live with my grandfather after my paternal
grandmother died. The family thought it would be good for both of them,
with Mitch living the wholesome life with Grandpa and with the old man
thinking he could change Mitch's life. Anyhow, when they began to settle
the old man's estate and checked into his accounts it turns out Mitch took
over ten thousand from his bank accounts. Personally I think that's
hilarious.
I did get my ten thousand inheritance though or maybe I wouldn't have
seen it as so funny. I have leap frogged into the present since I got the
money. I got a digital camera and an Ipod, and of course I have spoiled
myself with my one real passion right now, collectible knives and swords.
I have over sixty different styles of swords, Bowies, and tactical folding
knives. I order the sets off the TV and most of them come with dealer
cases of the smaller folders, so I probably have a total of close to 800
knives in total. They throw a case of fish filet knives in with each
order. I have four dozen of the damn filet knives, and I don't even fish!
But, I guess that's life. And, a good place to end this chapter.