Okay, everybody was fed, so I shall finish up my history...
I left off with saying that I adopted pup from the pound in Norfolk, which was the first time I've gotten a dog that way. That dog brought me so much love and happiness, and I basically revolved around his needs. Billy Bear died about 13 years back, and as I type this, I'm flooded with bittersweet memories. Yes, I am a dog person.
I met my wife at the True Value I worked at part-time, but we didn't start dating until around my 6 month mark of employment. She was friendly enough, but always looked a tad pissed off. One night while working on a good buzz at a local Va. Beach hot-spot called "Bottoms", she (better known to me as Marcie) was there celebrating her 21st birthday. She saw me before I her, and upon her approach she says to me "I didn't know they let assholes like you in this bar." Now folks, I had never done a thing to upset her, we were on friendly terms, and I was a bit taken aback. I surmised that it was the booze she consumed (Kamikazes), and let it slide.
We sat together for a while, doing general bullshittin', when I bluntly asked her "Why are you such a bitch?" She fielded that question rather smoothly by telling me that she's only like that as a front. Anyways, we were soon dancing together and buying drinks for each other, which led to her giving me good reviews to other employees at the hardware store. In turn it all led to us marrying 5 years later, moving to Pittsburgh 2 years after that, having kids, and settling into the "American Dream."
In posts to follow, I will tell of triumphs, trials, and tribulations. Life as we all know, is filled with ups and downs, and regrettable mistakes, but also with accomplishments and victories.
This is the part where my thoughts run rampant...
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