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I played for six seasons. Had alot of fun. Every year at the end of the season, the wqhole team got to go to Baltimore to see an Orioles game. If youve ever seen the Dire Staights video for "Walk of Life", youve seen the player who fell on his way to first base. I was at that game. He was the catcher for the Orioles and got hit by a ball and tripped on his jog to first. Cool. I wonder if you look hard enough if Im in the video?? Just kidding. I just think thats pretty neat to have been there for that. So anyway, I guess Ill get to something new now. I dont remember the year, but I think my brother was about 15 which would make me around 7 or 8, but he was kicked out of the house. I know he did some dumb shit and maybe I could understamd Mom and "dad" kicking him out, but.... So anyway, theres was this time right before that where he had stolen some money from my sister, 7 dollars, and I was the recipient of that ass kicking. I tried to tell them that I didnt take the money, but did they listen? No. So when my brother came home, I asked him about it and he admitted that he was the one who took the money. Did they ever come to me and apologize? No. I guess they just figured it was ok. I didnt forget! I learned alot from my brother even though he wasnt around for long in my life. I learned about Heart and AC/DC and Cheap Trick. He wasnt really into Kiss I dont think. Good thing because they suck anyway! We used to wrestle alot back in those days. Up until he slammed my face into the coffee table. That hurt. He didnt mean to I know. We were playing around and he got the best of me. But mom put an end to it. Then he was gone. We drove him to the airport in Washington D.C. I think and he flew away. Watching him get on the plane and waving at us as the plane taxied onto the runway, I looked up at my mom and asked her if I would ever see him again. She said yes. The next time I saw him it was in the middle of baseball game and he came. I dont know if I knew he was coming or not but there he was. Made my day, or night rather. Dont remember how long he was there for but he was there. Dont think I saw him again until 91 or so. By this time he was married and had a child I think. I was working at Krystal and we went to S. Carolina to visit with grandma, mom, "dad", and our sister. I havent seen my grandmother since 1991. and I live right down the road from her. Well a few hours anyway. Am going to see her in June for her 90th b-day. I kind of feel like even though I went to baseball games and all that good stuff that life really wasnt anything special. It wasnt like every thing was terrible. But it was. Even when I was playing ball, in the back of my mind I could hear "dad" saying it was my fault. I never to this day have forgotten that. Yeah, it was my fault. I was born. Sorry about that. So one time I was playing around with peanut butter. I think it was all three of us. I had the spoon and somehow, someway, some peanut butter ended up on the wood beams on the cieling. I dont remember what happened. Probably my brother or sister was trying to get the spoon from me and I jerked back or something. Either way, I got my ass tore up for that. We tried to clean it but it didnt work out too well. I cant believe they saw it really. But then again, my sister probably snitched it out. I miss my sister. Even though we faught like cats and dogs, I still miss her. One time I beat her up for nothing at all. We were talking about Olivia Newton- John and she said she sucked. I loved her and went ballistic on her. Oh yeah, talk about an asswhippin that night! My brother had some doughnuts hed had gotten and I ate evryone I could shove in my mouth. Later that night I got into trouble for something, who knows what, and "dad" had me stand in the corner with my nose to the wall. Soon after beginning this, I felt really lightheaded and sick to my stomach. I tried to say something but instead my mouth filled with jelly doughnuts and I vomitied on the carpet in their room. After drinking alka-selzer, I took an asswhippin. And still had to stand in the corner. I did learn my timestables though. Up to 10x10. I know others but I learned those later. Theres kind of a trick to them though I cant remember them now to save any lives anywhere.If theres something I can say "Dad" taught me or forced me to learn, it was timestables. I had been doing them on my fingers with dots but that was just slow as molasses. I really didnt have too many friends as a kid. Wasnt really allowed to associate with many people. Even today some of my friends say I want to be accepted but thats not true really. I dont need friends. As long as I have me, Im good to go. Yeah friends are nice but too many can hurt you. I dont need people to make me happy. There was Jason Jones. My sister told me he was diagnosed with a brain tumor back in 91. Dont know what ever happened with that. Then there was the Martin clan: Larry, darryl and ritchie. but larry wasnt my friend. he was the oldest and my brothers friend. Lanny King. That dude was messed up and his parents didnt care. There was a "retarded" kid that lived down the street from us who had a motorcycle. But he was real slow and really cool. I liked hanging with him because even though he was way older than me and everyone else, he was on my brain level. But he could fix anything. I dont remember his name. Mom and "dad" didnt think it was a good idea for me to play with him. We really didnt play. He showed me things about his bike and lawn mower and other things. I dont remember any of it now. Id spend hours ove rthere when I wasnt with the other guys. Talk about someone with no friends, he had none except me. When I wasnt allowed to go over there anymore, I never saw him again. Dont remember his name. I hope all is well for him. I did some crazy shit in those days. One day I was looking for something to take to show and tell in the morning. Well I found what I thought was cool. Didnt know what it was but I knew it was cool. My stepdad was in the air force and had some old insignia stuff in a box. I took all of it I think, including the box. Well, on the the bus that morning I spilled the box and stuff went everywhere. I lost some of it of course. Then when I got to school, my teacher told my folks about it. Maybe she knew I never had anything to show and tell about and when she saw this stuff she figured I took it without them knowing. Of course she was right. Yep, I took an asswhippin that night! Oooohhh!!!! I can remember another asswhippin that was totally righteous! I was about 6 maybe seven at the time. I had gone to the doctors office and we had to stop at the pharmacy on the way home or school or whereever I was going. While waitiing for "dad" to finish, I decided to look around And look I did. I found some cards and grabbed two of them, stuffed them into my back pocket and out the door we went. I figured he wouldnt see them as I was supposed to be walking behind him. Didnt work that way. He was behind me and saw one deck. Took me back inside to tell the manager and I think we were headed out the door when he found the other deck. OOPS!! Yep, you guessed it, I toted an ass whippin that night!
