Introduction ...

Introduction

Where does one begin, at the beginning will be the reply from all the “smarty’s” in the group, of course the beginning so he we are,
Once upon a time, a baby was born and the world did not know what it was in for, but alas it was me. They say a big whopper of a child yet at only 9 lbs or somewhere around that mark.
My own very first son, came in at 10 lbs 11 or 11 lbs 10 always get confused with numbers, yet my self-proclaimed mathematically genius has carried me through many a task of deep deep numerical quagmire.
Back to serious stuff though, so born yeah! Great out in the world, funny thing as an adult I have the most vivid memories of being a baby, I always ask other adults, new groups of friends do you remember being a baby? Many say NO and I find that strange I can recall before I ever walked, like it was yesterday I can recall my older brother being told to share his candies with me and I knew he didn’t want to and I wanted candy. I will guess my age of that event to be approx. 1 year old.
Now to read and write and put it all on paper finally well aren’t we off to a great start, memories from 1 year of age, no wonder the book weighs a ton. Let’s catch up, this is the internet age so better reference would be “ no wonder the download took 7 months” Being witty not the theme here but yes like to keep things real and call them for the way that I see them, trouble is if you really take a look at the truth or the realness of a situation you are going to find some funny stuff there too and so with life being deep emotional and miserable it is just as well there is a laugh or two along the way, any who as they say, back to me. You got the picture born a big lad and it carried through all my years, not the biggest in the group but a good firm strong built individual to say the least 6 ft and change in the vertically and broad and strong in the wide section, not fat that came with life a little later on.

So why bother reading about me, no reason really you should close the book now and return it for a money back, demand full refund, that is what I say to those of the pessimistic view, why did you pick it up in the first place I mean after all what could be so interesting about me compared to the next Joe schmo? Nothing! That’s right nothing.
The reason I am going to share this with you, the reader is to maybe let one little ounce of this life out to you and maybe just maybe after the record breaking sales of my book one single individual will get it and then it was all worth it.
Rambling again, well you will get used to that and if you like to get lost in a story, then I have tons of them, funny thing on that note, a smart well wise really, guy I came across in my twenties told me, “you know the truth is the hardest thing to believe” I gave it some thought he persisted, he was a city cop actually and I kept thinking he wanted me to say something I didn’t want to say or something the old Jedi mind trick being used on me, but anyway he insisted, “think about it” if someone tells you a lie you swallow it whole, and cannot wait to be telling your friends, mates, partners the story. Now someone tells you the truth, what is a typical response? “Get out of here” “shut up” “ are you for real”, “ that can’t be true” etc. etc. etc. You walk away in no hurry to tell anyone. Funny how it works isn’t it. Give it a little thought and you will see, draw on all and or any stories someone ever told you, what was your reaction?
Ok so I have many, many, truths to share with you and some you are going to say are in no way believable and others you will swallow hook line and sinker. Why, it is just the nature of the beast in us. If I could tell you why, I wouldn’t be writing it all down to share with you. I would be charging $1000 an hour in a well decorated office in my downtown Manhattan office whilst living care free somewhere around central Park. Just to live the rich lifestyle of a genius mind reader type guy.
But I do not and so I cannot answer why we tell the truth and nobody wants to believe it. So when reading further keep in mind you might want to set down the auld book as it gets to be too unbelievable which might actually mean you have hit the real truth piece.
I can tell you right now we are gonna become buddies on this one if you stick with it and I will have to call you buddy because I have no way to know your name, are you man or woman, adolescent or elderly or anywhere in between, so take no offense from us getting to know each other through the buddy system. I will call you buddy for want of any better term, none come to mind right now so why not.
Ok the child hood, I was born in the mid-seventies, some of you may identify immediately with the era of growing up and being a fully-fledged kid in the early eighties. I had a great child hood; I mean my innocence was top class. I was so shy you would never believe it, as they used to say I was a fine young handsome man and again being a big strong fit child, all the older folk would pass some comment or other. But my innocence was immense, I mean I was so shy and scared as a young boy, I never or rarely would speak in a crowd or answer the teachers question in school, why I just thought it was better to let someone else answer, someone who would get it wrong and then they could be the embarrassed one, hell no! Not me I was not going to embarrass myself in a room of 30 other children, that being said because they all viewed me as a genius by about 5 years of age they didn’t want me to answer anyway because I always had the answer. The other kids got their kicks out of getting their assignments finished before me checking to see if I was finished already I never cared less, looking back I just did what I needed to do and that was enough.