Growing up I was all smiles. Please's, thank you's, your looking nice, may I...... I had learnt this type of behaviour from advice that would be maybe the pinnacle of my pre teen learnings. Advice which had come to me in a drunken slur from a man I nicknamed "dad" (the nick name had stuck when 9 months BCT(Before cody turnbull(are brackets with in barckets legal or do u need inception approval from leo himself)))he had impregnated my mother, "dad" as i called him at the time was slung in free fall after being punched for being too drunk in his local watering hole, as he feel he looked me dead in the eye and said"you" unfortunately the impact of his head hitting the smokers gutter at the base of the bar had rendered him unconscious before he could finish the advice. Later on he would tell me "you have to go along to get along or get along to go along" he was a bit cloudy still from the booze/knock out combo. So thats what i did i got going along. When i was old enough to shave i applied this get along theory to my facial hair, as to not offend or mislead people to believe i was anything but friendly, by keeping clean cut but not to clean. You can see evidence in the photo below.
This was all well and good until came a time in my life where people were taking advantage of this kind nature and squeezing everything they could get out of me. As this does to most, i started to want to rebel, yet i quickly swallowed it down deep and developed a ripe old case of Dissociative identity disorder.
You can also see evidence of this in the photo below. His name is jeremy, and yeah i know its scary too look at but some where in there is me.
Jeremy in the end won out and he soon found ways to make me more bad ass everyday. Eventually he (with his great analytical skills) had worked out that as bikies have tattoos and leather and fighters have tap out clothing, he needed to find the definitive common link found in all rebellious teens...... And with that came this pathetic attempt at man lip. This guaranteed him the stigma of "juvenile delinquent".... and yes all attempts at getting girls were to no surprise shutdown or ended in teen pregnancy.
In the end good won over evil and i was again my cheery happy go lucky self, although the life that jeremy had made for me was one in which this kind of behaviour was not accepted, so with out further a-due i got my self out of that threatening friend circle the only way i knew how……..POW camps and gas chambers…..
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