Before I got out, I enjoyed the gig. But I don't want to wallow too much, that's behind me and unlike the prospect of the head chef at the State Prison named Pierre, what's behind me no longer concerns me. Pierre had his motives and I wore my chasity belt backwards ... and normally, that would be the end of that story.
But it's not. The truth is I left way too late, but I did what I had to at the moment I felt was right. I enjoyed dabbling in a local call center downstairs, being the cashier at a local Grocery, and entertaining a burglar midget (unknown at the time ... the burglar part) the day after New Years Eve. And every time I looked at my life, all I wanted to know was what the hell was I really doing?
For one moment, I threw away the beer and the doubt and took a hard look in the mirror. Direction was needed, always had been.
When happening upon this site, I was under the impression that I could make some money in Real Estate by sharing knowledge and experience from a Lender's point of view. The Internet was somewhat of a Foreign Concept to those around me who thought shaking hands and kissing babies were a tradition that would never go away. I wasn't wrong and nor were they; it was just too late.
Instead of Real Estate Fortune, what was found was something completely different. She moved in and I moved out of my rudimentary role of shunning everyone who ever came close.
And that moment changed me not forever, but enough to garner an understanding of what I had to do ... provide for her and me. Ramen Noodles, while sodium-filled, threw my taint a curve-ball that even she couldn't appreciate on her hands and knees.
I don't kiss babies; I kiss my baby. And that turns the page of a book I will eventually write. And maybe we'll have a baby along the way... in 180 pages or less:)
Chapter Four of a Book, off the cuff and being rough. Someday we'll edit the shit.
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