Most don’t realize that I type really really fast. Faster than most, but not the fastest of all. One of my favorite life stories is about being one of the fastest typists in my High School typing class.
We learned on typewriters back in the day, but in that class I was one of the fastest typists. My sister was in the class with me at the time. I was a Freshman and she was a Senior, and she always made sure that her friends saw me as someone I wasn’t.
See she worked very hard to make sure people saw her as a good kid that never did anything wrong.
Me doing stuff wrong was second nature… s**t growing up I was so angry at the whole alien/milk-man dad, brother bully, sister protector story that daily I was throwing up in my mouth.
Going to school was a pleasure for me until we were all in the same school. Once all of us were in the same school it was war.
You see you can’t have the three of us in the same place without there being an all out battle. It’s how it rolls with these people.
I remember Neil and I would go bowling at the local bowling alley all the time, and his bullying of me got so bad that the workers there eventually had orders to make sure we were always on opposite sides of the lanes.
That guy Neil was a total pk growing up, and he grew up into a total pk of an adult in my opinion.
Neil ended up being a 40 year old dude who plays Street Fighter with his buddies online. That’s the guy I found anyway, and he calls me crazy. I’m a programmer who builds s**t, and he’s like a 400lb dude who sits around playing Street Fighter II in a house his Mom bought for him looking at pornography.
That’s my additional rant. I really like how these new blog replies can build on the website today.