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Welcome to my Blog!
Welcome to my Blog!
Good Evening, everyone!
This is the "maiden" voyage of my blog. Members, please do not be shy. You are willing to ask me questions, for advice, offer information or just kick back and read.
So, without further interruption, let's embark on a wild adventure. A story of persecution, passion and disaster. Hmmm...that vaguely sounds like my life...lol.
I was born December 23, 1968 in the small town of Rialto, California (So Cal), an hour east of Los Angeles. My father worked for the telephone company (GTE) and my mother was on maternity leave from the Lily Cup Corporation. Being the first born of two sons was not easy. I was the "lab rat" and my younger brother was the polished product.
There is not much I do remember about being a young child. I don't know if it is because I can't remember or "choose" not to remember. The short memories I do possess are playing with a childhood neighbor. She was my age and she was the daughter of a Police Officer in our city. According to my mother, she was the object of my first kiss in our backyard. We were 2 years old.
I also remember sitting on an easy chair in our home and gauking to the pictures in Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler magazines. But, I don't remember the mental cruelty that I "alledgedly" fell victim to from my father. As described by my mother, I was always anxious when my father arrived home after a long day at work. I would patiently wait at the front door for him to walk in.
With my arms extended, according to reports, my father would walk by me and not acknowledge my presence. Additionally, after getting himself situated and relaxed, I would stammer over to him and reach up for him again.
His response: a cold, deep stare at me until I began crying hysterically. This was always an issue (and argument) between my parents.
Oh well, this is all for now. More to come later!!!