Mr. Dead man

Prattelings of someone fairly insugnific
2001-02-24 05:54:04 (UTC)

I had forged my fathers..

I had forged my fathers signature on a work release
form I had stolen from my guidance councler a month before,
and was working in the National Guard Armory of my home
town, at night.
I would spend the first half of it mopping and
dusting. I would sweep the floors, and carpets, and when
that was done, I would spend time on home work. It was a
pretty good thing I had going on. I worked nights, and went
to school during the day.
I had met a girl, she was actually 23, and we lived
togeather, sharing the rent, and I would play daddy to her
little daughter, when I wasent sleeping. the arrangement
was good, becouse, if she was in the mood, and didn't have
a date, We would share her bed, in the little down time I
had. It was my growing experiance.
We lived togeather for about a year, when her
boyfriend got out of jail, and I was on my oun again, but
she turned me on to an appartment close by, and so began my
time of being a man. She and I eventually fell out of
touch, but in the time that took, we still had our moments.
I miss her daughter Meggan, she was alomst my oun.
I found that I had no stomache for solatude, and there
were several girls moving in and out of my place for the
three years I had it...GOD that was a good home.




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