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I have spent so much of my life just wishing it away. As a child, even though I was very good at school, I hated it and was always wishing the clock would hurry up. I wanted to do my own thing. If it was 10 am I was wishing it was 3 pm. If it was January, I was wishing it would be June summer holidays.

Then after I moved on from school I worked in regular jobs for 20+ years. Always wishing time would go away. The only difference was there was no 3 month summer break to look forward to.

Vast memories of frustration.
 
Man I don't know about that. I know many people who say they would not change a thing in their life if they could. Even the big mistakes.

I understand the philosophy behind that thinking but I would change a zillion things. You talk about changing one minute thing? I need much more.



But I am lucky anyway. I love my life now and it shows every sign it could carry on this way for a long time. I have left the past behind.



Here's my question for you. We both named 1990 as a turning point. I know what it means to me. That was when I got serious about dealing with addictions - and that's what led to everything good I have now.

What does 1990 mean to you?
 
I graduated in 90. Prior to that, I had a cool childhood, but a pretty abusive father (wah, cry me a river).

High school was a train wreck for me. Never quite fit in with the boys or girls. Just a forgettable experience for me. I learned one way to "get in" with the gang locally here. Fight. And I wasn't much of a fighter, although I hear that via my bloodline it is quite inherent. So I hit the gym, and began to start altercations everywhere I went. And goshdarnit, they were right...Us Portuguese are born scrappers!

Big part of my personality/bravado today.

But back to question...terrible terrible acne. Real bad. AFter 90, got on antibiotics, cleared up, hit weights, ladies took notice....Learned to enjoy things. Nothing but fun....sprinkled with some really bad...but whatever.

That was my 90 turning point. 80-90 blew. Bad. But I wouldn't turn it all back for that really shitty 1/4.
 
Bread
I graduated in 90. Prior to that, I had a cool childhood, but a pretty abusive father (wah, cry me a river).

High school was a train wreck for me. Never quite fit in with the boys or girls. Just a forgettable experience for me. I learned one way to "get in" with the gang locally here. Fight. And I wasn't much of a fighter, although I hear that via my bloodline it is quite inherent. So I hit the gym, and began to start altercations everywhere I went. And goshdarnit, they were right...Us Portuguese are born scrappers!

Big part of my personality/bravado today.

But back to question...terrible terrible acne. Real bad. AFter 90, got on antibiotics, cleared up, hit weights, ladies took notice....Learned to enjoy things. Nothing but fun....sprinkled with some really bad...but whatever.

That was my 90 turning point. 80-90 blew. Bad. But I wouldn't turn it all back for that really shitty 1/4.
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You landed Robyn...seems like a cool chick
 
Mudcat
Man I don't know about that. I know many people who say they would not change a thing in their life if they could. Even the big mistakes.

I understand the philosophy behind that thinking but I would change a zillion things. You talk about changing one minute thing? I need much more.



But I am lucky anyway. I love my life now and it shows every sign it could carry on this way for a long time. I have left the past behind.



Here's my question for you. We both named 1990 as a turning point. I know what it means to me. That was when I got serious about dealing with addictions - and that's what led to everything good I have now.

What does 1990 mean to you?
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Mudford....100 %...you ouldn't be who you are today if you made a better choice in the past. It's basic fukcin chemistry for Christ's sake
 
Wow, I totally forgot all of that. But I couldn't agree more about the hard-headed "man of the fields" attitude. My grandfather has lived up in Fort Bragg (largest town here on the coast, 7k people or so) since 1967 and has never fallen victim to one crime since he moved here from the Aores. But STILL, whenever he walks through town and sees a group of rowdy kids or a person of color (I don't support his bigotry but he's old and refuses to use his brain), he opens up his pocketknife and hides it in his pocket in case shit goes down. He's got one bad hip and uses a cane, but he's convinced that if an altercation happens, his best course of action will be to stab as many of them as possible.

I can see you doing the same thing in your old age, Bread. I hope we're still good friends then.

:cheers:
 
rs....true story...a couple weeks ago out of the blue i was asked to pick up my old favorite uncle....banned from country for shooting someone 30 years ago. total pudagee.

here for some procedure...snuck in.

talking to him..so much fun. such a reflection.

told me about his brother's funeral, where he almost snapped on another brother, because standing there at the casket, all he could do was tell ppl how much ass they kicked together back in the day. inappropriate...but funny as fuck.
 
Too many to list, but I'll try.

1. Hitting a neighbor girl on accident in the temple with an aluminum baseball bat. Shit swelled up the size of a golf ball. Could have killed her but didn't. Unreal.

2. Throwing rotten peaches at a neighbor kids house while him and his mom walked to the car a morning before school because he kicked my ear in while I walked my dog. I was younger and smaller than him, but seeing him cry like a bitch after getting pelted with about 12 rotten peaches was absolutely hilarious.

3. Rocking my first hard core boners in 7th grade up and down the hallway after every 3rd period social studies. Not sure why that sticks out. Ha. I made a funny.

4. My first sexual experience. 4/20/1993. GF told me I had to wait till I was 16. Fuck that. She said okay if you can guess which stuffed animal has the condom hidden in it, you can fuck me. So I looked around her 50 or so animals, and guessed "George" the monkey with a banana in his hand. SCORE! 5 seconds later, I was a man.

5. My first car. 1971 Chevy Nova SS 350 with Holley 4 barrel carb, black bucket seats, and mags that matched the paint job, it was a Teal blue with a metal flake. Lots of ass in that car. Lots of tickets too, but lots of ass is the important thing.

6. Ripping off Blockbuster. It would be worth it just to rip those fucks off again.

7. Acid trips. Wow, stories too long. May require a video.

8. The moments when writing songs when you realize you have something special. It's hard to explain but you get this tingly feeling all over. Or maybe that's the crack. Anyway, it's a good thing.

9. Staring at the stars. Can remember a few times where it was very spiritual. I can't imagine looking up there and thinking this is all some massive accident.

10. Becoming Cougar Bait, the single least interesting poster in the history of the world.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
No, your Top 10 Most Epic Moments. I wanna share mine but I wanna know that someone asked before I commit.

Ok, I guess it's those moments that you'd like to relive, uh. Good enough for me. Gimme a minute.
 
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