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Submitted by magical_invisible_torso_man <treehugga.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-05-14 08:14:28 EDT
8:21 pm friday night
that is the time where i sit here as i write this.
What should a 25 yr old male be doing on a friday night?
Going out with friends?
sitting at the bar getting shitfaced whilst staring at the interesting beer puddle that my elbow is soaking up?
Not me.
You see people, I suffer from a sexually transmitted desease(or perhaps desease is too strong). in reality A fairly common desease.
I have kids,Two girls to be exact. The eldest is three and the youngest is 18 months.
Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, I love my life but sometimes i think what would happen if things had happened a little differently.
I was born on the 28th of march 1979 in elizabeth, south australia
I was a younger brother to two other children.
My mother was an unemployable drug addict, My father an unemployed alcoholic labourer.
when i was about two months old they were thrown out of the flat they rented,and the only bridges they had not burnt yet took them to new south wales to stay at an uncles house.They sponged off of him until he could take no more. Then the inevitable happened. At 18 months old i was on the street again. It was about this time that i collected my first scar,It runs from the corner of my nose across my lips and halfway down to my chin. I have been told that i fell over on a toy.
this time they rented another unit in the suburb of blacktown.
We stayed there until i was about four. My parents were thrown out again and we moved to a small farmhouse in the heart of new south wales. this is where i start to really remember things.
The first memory i have of that house is my father coming home drunk and beating my mother till she was unconcious. It is an image that will haunt me forever.
When i was about seven we moved back to south australia. within the first week of being back i fell off of our porch and broke my wrist.
The X Ray showed multiple unreprted fractures down my left arm and through my left hand. They should have had us taken from them on the spot. We should never have been left with our parents.I remember somewhere around this time was the first time i was knocked unconcious by my father. I don't even rember what it was all about but my older brother said i was thrown into a wall.
Two days after my fourteenth birthday my father came home drunk. I must have looked at him wrong or something bacause tonight it was my turn.
I was sitting down watching tv andhe walked past me and hit me across the head. I turned and hit him back. there were a few punchus thrown and he stepped back, I took the moment and tackled him.
I had just put my father through the front window.My mother told me that i should go out for a while.
As i walked out that front door i swore i would never come back to that house.
I spent some time moving around friends houses. I started dealing drugs. I started stealing. first it was just shoplifting but before you know it i was stealing cars. At sixteen i already had buyers for stolen car parts, Some people were even placing orders with me! I found sometimes it was easier to break into houses and steal keys for the cars that i needed. Whilst i was in houses i would steal anything else that was of value. I was making quite a tidy living.
At seventeen i was rebirthing complete cars and palming them off to unsuspecting buyers. Who the fuck would buy a ten thousand dollar car from a seventeen year old?? The answer is anyone when the price is five thousand.
Just after my eighteenth birthday the inevitable happened. I was arrested. they had me on possesion of a commercial quantity of an illegal substace, one count of fraud, and two counts of unlawful use of a motor vehicle. I was sentenced to eighteen months jail with a non parole of twelve months. I learnt a few tricks in jail but who takes advice from someone who is sitting in a jailcell with a foolproof plan to make a million dollars? While i was incarcerated i got into a bit of a scuffle with a fellow prisoner in which my nose was broken. The head X Ray showed two unreported skull fractures.
I was nineteen when i was released. the first thing i did upon release was go and coillect a counter check from social security, the second was apply for a rental house.I settled down for a while.
When i was twentyone i stole another car. This time i was caught while selling it at a caryard. This time the judge looked at the effort i had made to clean myself up. He puts me in for another thirty days.
When my girlfrien told me that i was going to be a father i started saving money.I got myself a job. i saved enough money for a deposit on our own house.
I am now twntyfive, married, buying a house and i have a perfect family.
I have not spoken to (or even heard of) my parents since i was fourteen. Sometimes i wonder what i would have turned out like if i had stayed at home but i know i would not be where i am today.
At this moment in time i am holding a steady job, I have never hit my wife or my children and i have payed fifty thousand dollars off of a one hundred and fourteen thousand dollar house.
there are a lot of details left out of this story but i gotta have something else to post about later.
My name is Paul and that was my story.
User Reviews
Submitted by magical_invisible_torso_man (user info) at 2004-11-26 03:09:06 EST (#)
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nahh, not in da lizbeff, but not that far away
Submitted by hairsphincter2 (user info) at 2004-06-27 22:14:22 EDT (#)
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A story from Adelaide, my home town.
w00t
PS - where the hell did you find a house under $200k? I live in Melbourne and it's more here, but even in Adelaide that's a cheap house. In Lizbef?
Submitted by j0andre1 (user info) at 2004-05-24 13:25:50 EDT (#)
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good stuff
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-05-23 09:50:25 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by jcricket (user info) at 2004-05-16 14:49:16 EDT (#)
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good stuff. good luck to you and your family in the future.
i'm pretty sure that i wouldn't have been able to grow within those conditions...
Submitted by magical_invisible_torso_man (user info) at 2004-05-15 03:56:09 EDT (#)
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thank you all again
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2004-05-14 13:55:09 EDT (#)
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We have much in common - thanks for not complaining, I hate whiners.
Submitted by conrad (user info) at 2004-05-14 12:26:24 EDT (#)
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Good stuff - relates to mine and Circe's comments on the "Power, control, abuse etc" thread beneath this actually, as you seem to have gone through an awful lot of shit in your early years (as did I), and yet have evidently turned out to be a rounded, responsible human being instead of a serial loser, content to blame his potential failings on the actions of others. One can either swim with the tide of other's actions, or take moral umbrage and swim against it; you evidently did the latter.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-05-14 11:46:08 EDT (#)
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Interesting.
**
But this made me laugh:
Submitted by NotApologizing (user info) at 2004-05-14 10:19:26 (#)
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Damn, real estate must be cheap in Australia. Where I live (affluent Detroit suburbs) US$114,000 won't even get you half an acre of vacant land. And if you're talking AUD, $114,000=US$79,000. Congratulations and all, but I can't get over how cheap your real estate is.
Submitted by circle_of_willis (user info) at 2004-05-14 11:31:19 EDT (#)
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Wow. I have a feeling you'll have plenty to write about. Good on ya'.
Submitted by Flak (user info) at 2004-05-14 10:47:51 EDT (#)
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It is nice to see an example of a person pulling themselves up by the old bootstraps and bettering themselves. So many times people soak in self-pitty blaming their problems on others.
Nice job.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/32962
Submitted by Magicaddict (user info) at 2004-05-14 10:19:30 EDT (#)
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Interesting story. Complete it some time.
Submitted by NotApologizing (user info) at 2004-05-14 10:19:26 EDT (#)
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Damn, real estate must be cheap in Australia. Where I live (affluent Detroit suburbs) US$114,000 won't even get you half an acre of vacant land. And if you're talking AUD, $114,000=US$79,000. Congratulations and all, but I can't get over how cheap your real estate is.
Submitted by dohnuts (user info) at 2004-05-14 10:13:16 EDT (#)
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Damn. That's quite a story.
Submitted by magical_invisible_torso_man (user info) at 2004-05-14 10:08:55 EDT (#)
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Thank you
Submitted by slowlyrotting (user info) at 2004-05-14 09:48:29 EDT (#)
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ooooooooooooooooooh
de camptown ladies sing dis song
do dah! do dah!
de camptown racetrack 5 miles long
oh de do dah day!!!!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-05-14 09:47:24 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by shark25 (user info) at 2004-05-14 09:35:30 EDT (#)
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good work
Submitted by itchy (user info) at 2004-05-14 09:29:24 EDT (#)
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oh . . . man . . .
Thank you for your story. It both makes me thankful for what I have been given, and proud of you (if you give a crap that some anonymous dork on the internet is proud of you) for what you've been able to accomplish with what you were given. God. Just, man, take care of those kids. Love the shit out of them.
God. I just respect the fuck out of you right now.
I think I need a moment. . . .
Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2004-05-14 09:20:45 EDT (#)
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Good stuff. I liked this post.
I'm having a wierd day today, talking to the new guy at my office and it turns out that he was born on 28th March 1979, the exact same as me and now it transpires, you. Anyhow, good work.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-05-14 09:14:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Sicgrrl (user info) at 2004-05-14 09:10:50 EDT (#)
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Good on you for keeping it together after such hard times. I was born in 77 and have been avoiding responsibility as best as I can, abortion in 97. My father died before I grew to an age where I'd make a mistake in his eye's. Which is the only good thing about his death. Everyone else thinks I'm fucked up. I know you didn't choose your life, but you've dealt with all like a man, to which of course you are. Heavy and Alive.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2004-05-14 08:55:15 EDT (#)
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I have heard about that kids thing, I hope I don't cacth that.
Seriously, now I feel bad because sometimes I complain that my parents didn't pay for my college. Glad you got your life straight.