margclearlake
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Oh Len, your so kind, but everyone has stories. I have just heard all mine so many times that i get bored and have to tell them. being Irish doesnt hurt with the gift of gab also. I do feel that I am an experienced thread killer cause I make it all about me.
I could write a book but no one would probably believe any of them. I did a personal ad once and pulled it down right away because I sounded so full of myself and full of bull crap. My dad wrote a book of his life that I got published for him and it was so revisionary that he left entire families that he had sired out of it. (he was married 13 times).
On the details, I have a near photographic memory. I was really upset about that poor old guy with the fingers. I am surprised I still dont know his name. but that was a long time ago and I have wet brain. so the memory coupled with over the top empathy makes it hard sometimes. If I tried I could pull up every slight and misjustice done to me, but work hard just to push it all down and focus on the next few hours.
So Len, how bout a story from you? earliest memory. first bottle you fell in love with?
My first memory was standing by the window watching my father try to repair the neighbors fence where I had "driven" my dads 57 Ranchero through, then the bushes, came to rest against the house. Mummy had left me in a running car in neutral on a steep incline. I tried to get out and hit those crappy emergency brakes they had, went across a busy street backwards and hit the split rail fence. must have had some speed up because I remember that fence and it was sturdy. I was under 2 years old at the time.
I could write a book but no one would probably believe any of them. I did a personal ad once and pulled it down right away because I sounded so full of myself and full of bull crap. My dad wrote a book of his life that I got published for him and it was so revisionary that he left entire families that he had sired out of it. (he was married 13 times).
On the details, I have a near photographic memory. I was really upset about that poor old guy with the fingers. I am surprised I still dont know his name. but that was a long time ago and I have wet brain. so the memory coupled with over the top empathy makes it hard sometimes. If I tried I could pull up every slight and misjustice done to me, but work hard just to push it all down and focus on the next few hours.
So Len, how bout a story from you? earliest memory. first bottle you fell in love with?
My first memory was standing by the window watching my father try to repair the neighbors fence where I had "driven" my dads 57 Ranchero through, then the bushes, came to rest against the house. Mummy had left me in a running car in neutral on a steep incline. I tried to get out and hit those crappy emergency brakes they had, went across a busy street backwards and hit the split rail fence. must have had some speed up because I remember that fence and it was sturdy. I was under 2 years old at the time.