i spoke with her by phone, but quite often. usually once a week and we would talk for hours. to some extent, my mom was worried that i would die before her. that helped keep the monster at bay. but it was better that i was 3000 miles away.
i'm still learning, though. my last job was medical transportation and i was dumbfounded at how many people suffer from mental illness and it's consequences. when i see what everyone else has gone through, i don't consider that i had it so bad. i learned to fight back like you wouldn't believe. my little brother committed suicide, but he didn't have it as bad as i did. but i had no choice but to fight like hell. i also have 2 twin sisters, gingers, 11 months older than me. they hated me as well. it was an unbelievable battle, but like i said, for the short term, i won.
i was a state chess champ. i was the 1976 Boy of the Year for the Boy's Club and a star pupil in the new Culinary Arts program at the New High School.
i was the one who arranged all of that. then, when the President came to town, my teacher was sick, so i supervised in the kitchen, attended the dinner and was part of the opening ceremonies:
hopefully i'm not the sumbitch i used to be. but i really can't complain. that's why i don't post so much sometimes. i can be very, very aggressive.
i'm trying to be nice nowadays.
doesn't always work.