I had a great childhood. I had a father who managed one of largest stores in our small farming community. My mother was a housewife who took care of my sister and myself full time. We had a big yard with all kinds of fruit trees. I loved school and Life was great.
Then my Father died of lung cancer and it changed my life.
Losing my Dad really fucked my life up. Suddenly we were poor and couldn't even afford the newspaper anymore. I was held back in 6th grade so all my friends went on to 7th grade. I didn't really bother making new friends.
My younger sister seemed to have a compulsion of squealing on me everytime I'd get in a fight. Since I hated the world now, I was in a lot of them. My Sister didn't have to the time I was expelled in 8th grade for fighting.
Going into high school I realized right away that I would need a car of my own. In High School the guys with cars got all the dates. So then working hard during the summers doing odd jobs and saving my money I got a car! I didn't even have a drivers license yet but I had it for when I did. It was a '51 Chevy with a back seat. Whoa life was getting better.
When school started my Jr year in High School and in P.E. class we played flag football. As we lined up for each play I noticed that a big tall fat guy on the opposing team, was getting a big kick out of completely knocking down a skinny guy I didn't know on our team.
After seeing this happen at least a half dozen times and watching the fat guy laugh out loud I decided to do something about it. I told this skinny guy, that was about my size actually, that I was going to help him. That I was going to switch sides with him and then double team the fat guy.
I lined up for the hike outside of the fat guy and when the ball was hiked I went diagonally into the fat guy with the other skinny guy shoulder to shoulder beside me. At the same time I slugged the fat guy as hard as I could in the gut. He fell on his ass crying. The other skinny guy and I became fast friends for life. His name was Jay.