AN INTRODUCTION...
Where shall we start.... Well, along time ago I was born, then things went down hill from then on. My childhood was kind of shite; poor family, crap town, but I did have an airrifle to play with at least. None of us ever got pocket money from our parents, we had to make or steal our own if we wanted to buy anything for ourselves. I did get some good christmas presents occasionally, like RC cars and trucks, but being cheepies they tended to brake after a short period of time. When I started secondary school at the age of 11, all my friends went to the local one, bu I went to one in Torquay ( over the river and 15 miles away ), so I had to make all new friends, which being the shy, quiet type, didnt prove too easy for me. I did eventually though, although I was more tolerated on the fringe of several groups, rather than being a well liked and respected person at the heart of a gang. After that I went onto sixth form, fewer people in the year group, but mainly people I got on better with, and I did have some fun times. My biggest regret of this period was not telling a cetain individual how I felt about them; they knew I liked them, but not how much. If I had then, I dont know, maybe things could have turned out differently, but thinking like that can seriously make you depressed. After sixth form my sister got me a job at the local supermarket, I managed okay for two years, then we got this new manager who was an absolute fuckhead, seriously, and after one shouting/swearing at too many I decided not to go back. I then bummed around for a few months, before getting a job at the local woolworths. The pays marginally better, but the hours are less, since its all part time, no 39 hour contracts to be had. In the busy months though you get lots of overtime, so its okay really. Now that I have the flat to my self, more or less, I tend to spend my time drawing pictures and painting watercolours of birds, plus thrashing my TXT-1 at the playing field, and shooting targets on my indoor 6 yard hallway/shooting gallery with my Weihrauch HW75 target pistol. Other than that, my life kinda sucks really....
LOOKING TO THE FUTURE.... (updated 29/06/06)
I havent won the lottery yet, but I live in hope. I've been very lazy for the last couple of months, only applied for a couple of jobs, and got turned down on both occasions. I'm filling out another apllication form at the moment, and this looks much more hopeful, so fingers crossed. Else where I've been keeping busy best I can by working on the truck; no more upgrades as such but I have been tinkering with it to squeeze out every last MPH. I had a bit of trouble with my Airrifle, in that the filling valve sprung a leak so I had to send it off for a service; good as new now. My best friend had a baby boy about a month back, so she's getting to grips with being a mum; I feel like I should be more supportive ( IE: go and see her etc ), but I feel very awkward about the whole situation; regular readers will know what I mean. Anyways, if i get this new job that should keep me busy and give me some much needed dosh to fuel my next madcap project; not sure what it is yet, but being the eccentric / mad professor type, you know Im planning something bizarre...
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DRUNKEN ME AT STAFF PARTY
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