Yes USMB, I have a past, well la dee dah.
And that doesn't mean that I'm a fucking pussy today either, and that doesn't mean that I would allow somebody to tell me what the fuck to do today either.
Everybody who is almost 30 years old, like me... has a past.
And guess what ?
I also have baggage.
I have a hell of a lot more baggage than about 75-80 % of people my age.
Most people will only ever know that certain things in my past exists in general, and will never experience it, things like having to sue the board of education and all that it implies and suggests as far as the behavior of the education staff in reality.
Growing up in Philadelphia, most Americans have not grown up in Philadelphia, or any particular city either.. and Philadelphia is a particularly horrible place to grow up and live in... MUCH below average in terms of public safety, education, manners, sanitation, and problem solving and coping skills, etc etc...
Brutal place to live in.
Philadelphia is the kind of place that produces professional boxers and criminals.
This is some facts about Philadelphia.
Gary Heidnik in Philadelphia was a person who literally turned Prostitutes into hotdogs and fed these human meat hotdogs, to the remaining surviving prostitutes that kept prisoner in his basement.
That represents obviously the worst and the most deranged.... but none the less, that's what comes out of Philadelphia because of the environment there.
Only people from places like Philadelphia, New York City, Pittsburgh, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Detroit can generally identify with me without extensive questioning.
So the moral of the story is.... I have a past, and I am not mister perfect, and I am also not mister henpecked husband either nor am I mister pushover, and I don't intend on being either.
Is that all you got for baggage?
I only covered the high points.
Give us the whole shabang.
Walking out the front door on my own for the first time without parental supervision.... I am introduced to the world, with my orange juice getting knocked out of my hand, and thrown onto the ground, and there I begin the long, long, long period in my childhood of being abused by teenage and young adult street gangs, with no legal justice whatsoever.
I have been in more fights than smokin' joe.
I have been called every name in the book there is, and had some new ones invented just for me by the age of 10.
I have been the victim of several crimes.
I have been labeled as a disciplinary problem my whole life in school, for fighting back and winning.
I have been expelled from every school that I have ever been in, after having been abused by the staff.
I have been exposed to true alcoholism in the classic sense, at the American Legion.
I have had knives pulled on me.
I had to fight my way all the way up the street before just to get home.
I have literally seen parents tell their teenage kids, to abuse me.
The parents would come after me, after their teenage kids tried to abuse me, and I beat the fucking shit out of them with an inch of their lives.