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First Signs of a Life of Pain - Out of Darkness 1 st Chapter

When I was a small child I would tremble withWithout even wanting to I just made matters
fear and hide underneath my covers everyworse and worse. My mind would never shut
night hoping that the hideous monster thatoff,  not  sure  why.
lived under my bed would not devour me in one
bite. I mean I would literally keep my headI really think I was my own worst enmyenemy
covered for three to four hours at a time abecause anytime some thing went wrong. I
pee to bed instead of going to the bathroom,would mangnifymagnify it a thousand times
knowing I was going to get in trouble becauseover and over until I would get sick yes I
I wet to bed. AAn ass whooping wash betterthrew up very often when I got all worked up
than getting eaten by a monster, that Iand woldwould not stop for a couple of days,
actually would see or thought I would see!my Dr. always said he will grow out of it!
The sheer and utter fear running through myGuess what I am thirty -seven and I still
veins I can't relate in mere words. I wouldhaven't  grown  out  of  it
see a ghost as I shivered in fright, hear
things that only I heard, and see things noI do know one reason I was so afraid of the
one else saw. I would do almost anything todark-because of the closet incident. That
keep  from  being  alone.really terrified me and made matters far
worse than they needed to be! But more on
(I  DREADED  BEING  BY  MYSELF.)that later. Here I've been telling you this
story of my life and I haven't even
I would spend days with friends over or be atintroduced  my  family  yet.
their house. I had tons of friends, needed
them all as they were my lifeline, my pulse,(PLEASE  FORGIVE  ME!)
so to speak. If I wasn't alone the fear was
far less. I am sure this drove my parent'sI am the youngest of four boys. My oldest
nuts as I was always asking if someone couldbrother, Jeff, is about eleven years older
spend the night or if I could stay over atthan I am. As siblings go we never really had
their  house.too many problems. He was the one who always
helped me with my homework, especially
Now when they would say no, I thought that Imath-he was great at that! Yet later it was
might die! I mean if someone was staying overfrom his and my brother Bill's room where I
there was a less chance of the monster orwould get some of my marijuana and other
ghost getting me, can't they see that Idrugs. They lived up in the attic, which went
"NEEDED"  them,  my  friends!over  the  whole  house, man they were lucky!
My father had no patience with me whatsoeverJeff was the one I would always steal from,
and this bothered me a lot. I always felt asand not just drugs! I'd take his change. I
though he didn't spend enough time with me,think what really pissed him off was when I
and this scared me. Now, don't let me say ittook from his coin collection, man was he
was just me. He never said I love you to anymad. Yet he could never prove that I did it,
of us kids or to my mother, for that matter.even though he knew it was me! I would also
My father did do things with us, it juststeal from our lunch money fund (we all did),
seems like it wasn't enough for me forand my dad's coin collection, so don't let me
whatever reason, not sure why. I do know thatsit here and tell you I was a perfect child
I have always wanted my dad to say I lovebecause I was not. I was ornery and I have
you! I must tell you he did not say thosealways  wanted  to  have  money!
words until I was thirty-three years old and
it was one of the best days of my life! I was(WHO  DOESN'T?)
just  beaming.
My next brother was Bill, a few years younger
Now let me tell you this was not all my dadsthan Jeff. I really don't remember having a
fault, back then they knew less aboutlot of problems with him either, yet there
bi-polar and ADHD and this made it hard forhad to be some. Well, there was one time that
our family relations and no one understood mecomes to mind. He had gotten a new pump BB
and now I can see why. Please know that nogun, and we were all fascinated with it and
one does anything to hurt other people. Theythought he was hot shit. We were outside one
do the best with what they have at thatday after it had rained. Well, he told me,
present  in  time  in  there  reality."Take off your shoe and put it in that water
puddle, then I'll shoot your foot." Now he
(YOU'D THINK THAT I HAD JUST GOTTEN A NEW CARassured me that it wouldn't hurt because the
OR  SOMETHING!)water would stop the BB. Being the gullible
little brother that I was, I said sure! Let
I am not trying to paint a negative pictureme state here that I really believed him,
of my father; it's just that he was from thereally believed that it would not hurt and
old school where men didn't share theirthe BB would be stopped. So I put my foot in
emotions very much. I know that now andthe  water  and  then
understand it, but that does not mean that I
like it because I don't but being a fatherBAM!
now I can understand where he was coming from
and why he had to do what he wasMan, I started screaming, "Mom, mom!" Yes, it
thaughttaught and I in return, raise myhurt, and man was I screaming and crying.
children in a totally different way. I mustNeedless to say I would not have loved to
say the way chidsChilds are today maybe justhave been Bill when my dad got home! I really
maybe they should let some of this disciplinedon't hold any hard feelings against him, we
ease it'sits way back into child rearing! Iwere just being kids. It's just sometimes you
truly feel that that sort of upbringing hurtsare on the receiving end, and I guess that
a child in many ways! I tell my children Iday  it  was  my  turn  to  receive.
love them sometimes up to four times a day
and I feel that it helps them to grow up(DARN  IT!)
knowing that someone cares about them. I
don't, however, believe my father hadThen there was my brother James. He was just
anything to do with the fact that I coulda year and a half older than me, and we never
literally  not  stand  to  be  alone!got along, never. We were always fighting for
some reason, and he always won. I was just a
Then there was the problem of the endlesssmall runt after all! I mean a really small
amount of energy that I had. Wasn't surerunt and he would kill me all the time. There
where it came from or how to get rid of it,were plenty of times when I asked for it, yet
or what to do about it! Energy that I alwayshe would really let me have it and of course,
had.I was the type who had to have the last word
no matter what. Even when he had just whooped
(GO...GO...GO...GO...)my butt, out came more from my mouth and he
didn't like that and would give me some more.
Never slowing down, energy always there,I mean he was ruthless and used to kick my
without fail. My mind would race for hoursbutt, I really mean, kick my butt. Please
upon hours-a lot of things to do! Yes, I wasknow he was not all that bad, as he was the
hyperactive, wasn't sure why. Just wanted toone who always protected me from bullies,
slow  down!  I  wanted  to  cry!because I was small but had a big mouth. I'm
just  being  honest  here.
(I  WANTED  TO  SLEEP  FOR  A  CHANGE!)
I've already talked a little about my mom.
This affected me everywhere, at school and atEven though she could be tough, we almost
home. I was always interrupting everyone andalways deserved it, that I can assure you.
getting yelled at for it, I could not slowMom and I got along great most of the time. I
down, I was always getting in trouble inwas her baby and got away with murder at
school, getting yelled at home and I wastimes, and oh, how I loved my mom, we were
alfulawful anxious all the time like being onvery close and whenever a problem came up it
pins and needle all day long and after awhilewas always Mom, Mom, Mom, and she would
it would strartstart to hurt! I would neveralways come running to help me. I will never
shut up, I mean I would go on and on and thisforget the love she extended to me! I have
drove my parents and teachers nuts. At times,very fond memories of my mother and the
I  thought  they were going to wring my neck!things we would do together. She was our den
leader  in  Boy  Scouts  and  Webelos.
I remember back in first grade I was always
getting into trouble for talking out aloudLast but not least, there was Dad. Let me
and interrupting the class. At times I couldtell you, I love my father and was always
not stay in my seat, always had to be moving,looking for his approval, as it meant so much
I mean what do they expect from me I was onlyto me that I can't explain it to you in
seven at the time and I was born prematurelywords. I don't want to paint a picture of my
and I think this gave me a predisposing todad like he was this tyrant; you just have to
have a mental health disorder, I am sure ofremember what time frame this was and how he
it now looking back! The only thing thathad been raised. He came from an era when you
saved me was the fact that my first gradelistened to your folks, and he made sure that
teacher loved me; she treated me like a king!was the case in our house. My children even
Yet at times, she had to be firm with me,mind  him.
putting me in the corner, or sending me on
one of my frequent visits to the principal's(HOW  HE  PULLS  THIS  OFF  IS  BEYOND  ME.)
office. I remember going to the
pricplesprinciples off often and I would seeMy dad did make a big effort to spend time
Mr. KrinkyCranky and we all called him, Mr.with us kids. When we were in Boy Scouts he
Twinkie, I remember slipping once and callingwas the scoutmaster. This wasn't easy, as he
him Mr. Twinkie, and let me tell you he letwas always working to support our family. I
loose on me and my ass was red and throbbing,must tell you those are some of my fondest
I really could barley sit down for real!moments that I have of my father and me
Lambert was a true angel, even when she wouldspending time together and I cherish them to
sit me in the corner with the dunce hat on.this day! So Dad was not all bad and don't
When I stop and think back to those days, Ilet me sit here and tell you he was, because
remember I couldn't stand those stupid hats.that  is  not  the  case.
What a terrible way to punish someone, to
make  them  wear  a  damn  hat.I remember one time at scout camp this mean
guy tried to get me to eat this crap I didn't
(HOW  EMBARRASSING!)want and he mad me sit there for a few hours,
well to make a long story short my dad
Yet I remember clearly that this was thefinally figured out that I was not around and
practice in the real early seventies. I guesshe found out what was going on, I saw him
it was better than going to the principal'srunning up the hill and yelling this other
office  to  get  a  whack!guy and when I saw dad I started to cry! Let
me tell you that other got his ass beat, dad
I mean you are sitting in the class roam andclean his clock and that was the last time I
everyone was looking at you in the cornerever  had  a  problem  with  that  fellow.
wearing that big white hat and you knew you
were going to get laughed at recess, yes theyNow that you've met my family, let me tell
would tease me but I was always ready toyou about an incident that had a huge effect
fight!on my young life. One day my mom was giving
my brother James and me a bath, and we were
Needless to say I didn't do too well in firstplaying and have a good old time! Fighting
grade; actually I got held back. At thatfor this toy and that one, I mean really
point in my life it wasn't too bad, as I wasdriving our mother crazy; this was when we
too young to realize the true significance ofwere small children, of course. Anyway, we
being held back. Yet I can remember tellingwere playing and my brother got really mad at
myself that I was a dummy and wasn't smartme  for  some reason. Suddenly he yelled out,
enough. You would think that they could see
that since I was so hyper and did poorly in"YOU  ARE  NOT MY BROTHER, YOU WERE ADOPTED!"
school that I had ADHD (Attention Deficit
Hyperactive Disorder), yet nobody evenOh, how I didn't understand this! Why wasn't
considered the fact that I may have had aI told? What was wrong with me that my
mental illness. This puzzles me to this day.biological mother and father did not want me?
You would think that our family physicianI must truly be unlovable! How could they
would have realized that I had ADHD, but hehave lied to me all these years? Who was I
didn't and oh, how this would have helped mereally? Was there something wrong with me? I
greatly if I could have had my Ritalin,was only five years old yet the questions
because I'm not sure I can explain how hardjust started to pour out! Did I belong here?
schoolwork  was  for  me.Did they really want me? Was I truly loved? I
cried and cried for the longest time! How
(I  MEAN  IT  WAS  TOUGH!)could this happen to me? I was now a misfit.
I belonged to no one and no one really loved
I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT SINCE I HAVE BEEN ONme  the  way  I  should  be  loved.
RITALIN I CAN NOW SAY I HAVE CREATIVE TALENT
THAT  WAS  NOT  PRESENT  BEFORE!Right or wrong, young as I was, that's the
way that I felt! These were just some of the
Being held back was made a little morequestions that go through a small child's
tolerable because one of my best friends gotmind and mine was very active and never
was held back also. His name was Kevin and wereally slowed down, and the questions just
were great fiends. We played together everykept coming one right after the other. The
day. Either heHe was at my house or I was atmore I would think of it the worse I would
his, or we were up at the school playingfeel!  You  have the mind of a child and then
football or basketball or baseball, we played
them all. This was back when you didn't haveWHAM,  IT  HITS  YOU!
to worry about your kids playing outside. We
were only six or seven and, we could go threeA huge task of trying to sort something out
blocks away, and play until the streetlightsthat many young adults and older adults have
came on, then it was time to get home. AndIntrouble with, let alone a five-year-old, and
addition, I always went home, because I didwith the way my mind worked it spelled
not want to get my dad after me, that Icertain disaster and terrible results to
cancould tell ya. His wrath was terrifying.follow! I can't remember much back to that
All he had dodone was look at me and Ipoint, yet I can tell you I never really got
behaved, of this I can assure you. AndInover it and to this day it is one of my least
addition, if I didn't listen it was off withfavorite things to remember. I can't recall
the belt, and let me tell you he let me haveall the details. I just know that that night
it! I was terrified of my father. This wasin the bathtub changed me forever and by now
back in the days when discipline was stillI am sure you can tell that it wasn't for the
allowed,  and  let  me  add  we  listened!good. Oh, how I longed to be part of
something that was real. Everything up to
Now don't think my father was all bad becausethat point was all just a dream and my
he wasn't, just to me everything bad Ireality  was  shattered.
remember was REALLY BAD, and good stuff
doesn't seem so good as I go back into my(DAMMIT,  THAT  HURT  ME  BAD!)
childhood  life!
Then there was the time that someone locked
Now my mother was much easier, yet if weme in a closet for three hours. Yes this
pushed her to the limit she would really letterrified me. (And no, it wasn't my parents
us have it. I received hundreds of spankingswho locked me in there.) I believe that this
by my mom! They wouldn't hurt that bad atis why I have always been afraid of the dark
all, but I dared not laugh or she wouldand nighttime. I remember yelling and
really let loose, so I always acted like itscreaming and kicking the door until my hands
really hurt. We didn't want to push her tooand  feet  were  throbbing  with  pain!
far, however, because then she would tell
DAD.(I  HAD  TO  GET  OUT!)
(AND  THEN  IT  WAS  LIGHTS  OUT!)(WONDERING  IF  I  WAS  GOING  TO  LIVE!)
When that happened we were honestly scared(WAS  THAT  HIDEOUS MONSTER GOING TO GET ME?)
the rest of the afternoon because whenever we
didn't obey my mother my dad would tear intoWas this where I first got the idea of the
us really good. That was one thing my fathermonsters and ghosts? I can't remember how old
would not accept-not respecting ourI was; all I can tell you about this is that
mother-and it was off with the belt and Iit  terrified  me  and  that
mean when they say you won't be able to sit
down for a week, it was true, because heI NEVER REALLY HAVE GOTTEN OVER THE PAIN OF
would let us have it! Needless to say I onlyTHAT  EXPERIENCE!
received two or three spankings from my dad,
that's all; I knew better than to push my momWhy would someone do such a cruel thing? Not
that  far!sure! I can't even remember who did this to
me at all, but what I can tell you is that it
Now do I believe you should be spanked? Greatreally messed me up bad and made my life a
question and I would say it depends. Now Iliving hell. Oh, how I feared the dark and
don't spank and to tell you the truth Inighttime from then on; it was like going to
probably should the way my children treathell at age five or six. Every day for a
there mother is a tragedy so say the least! Ilong, long time afterward I kept reliving the
mean if they ever talk to me like that Icloset feelings over and over. I can't even
would lower the boom on them, so basically ifexplain to you how I felt and how hard I was
I would spank it would a love just hardscreaming for a solid straight three hours. I
enough so they knew they wouldn't wantreally  thought  I  was  going  to  die!
another!
(OH  HOW  MY  THROAT  WAS  RAW!)
Now let me tell you about the time I lit the
front porch on fire. I took gasoline and putWhen would it end? What kind of childhood did
it under the porch in our secret hideout. OurI have? You tell me! When remembering back it
house was absolutely huge. I mean gigantic isis like a picture of an abstract painting
a word that better described it; you couldwith thousands and thousands of colors but
literally get lost in it! The porch went fromwith only the opportunity to see black and
one side of the house and two-thirds of thewhite. Schoolwork continued to be hard for me
way around to the other side. Now, there wereand only got worse. I just couldn't
about five blocks missing on our front porch,understand  what  the  teachers  were saying.
enabling us to crawl under there and play. It
was a cool place to play; all the neighbor(IT  WENT  IN  ONE  EAR  AND  OUT THE OTHER.)
kids  and  I  loved  to  play  under  there.
Oh, how I longed to be like the kid next
Well one day my friend David and I decided todoor! Oh, how the creatures and the dreaded
play under there. I had this bright idea-whyghosts and the hideous monsters and let's not
not dig a hole and then get all the gas outleave  out  the  Master  of  Darkness
of the garage and start a fire? I thought to
myself, what could it hurt? The fire would(JUST AN EXPRESSION OF THE DARKNESS AND HOW
stay in the hole we dug, how could anythingIT ALL MADE ME FEEL)would be thrilled with
go wrong? Well, I'm sure you can figure outtheir  plan.
that this spelled certain disaster and you
are right! Before you know it the whole frontPain would be their main theme, a life of
porch  on  fire!  We  didn't know what to do!pain! They all could see that it was working
like the Master's dream come true! The
"Hurry," I said to David, "go get the hosehellish nightmares continued night after
from the side of the house, we gotta get thisnight and if you must know, I still have
thing  out,  or  my dad is going to kill me!"weird and whacked out dreams sometimes that
remind me of a time long ago, but they are
I was frantically throwing dirt on it butfinally toning down now that I am
could not get it to stop! My worst fearthirty-three and well on the road to
happened-I had caught the house on fire! Irecovery. Sleep is still something to be
needed to go for help. I ran into the housedesired at times but not very often, only
screaming to my mother, "The house is ononce in a blue moon, I might add. With a lot
fire,  the  house  is  on  fire!"of hard work I am getting better and the pain
is almost gone! From time to time it rears
As you might imagine, this sealed my doom.its ugly head, but the Master knows he should
The next thing I knew the fire department washave gotten me when he had his chance! I
down to the house and I was sitting in abelieve one day that I shall be free of all
chair inside crying! Once the flames were allthe  pain.
put out, in came my mother, who was fit to be
tied-and who could blame her? You want to(OH, HOW THE MASTER OF DARKNESS HATES
know the scary part? She just let me sit inTHOUGHTS  AND  WORDS  LIKE  THESE.)
the chair for an hour, not speaking to me. I
knew I was in deep trouble because this meantAnyway, when I was a kid things went well
I had to face my father. Let me tell you, Ienough that I could function and appear
never set anything on fire ever again. Still,normal
I think with my ADHD and an overactive mind
my parents weren't able to handle me at(WHATEVER THAT IS)to the untrained eye. HEY,
times, and this is understandable. I neededyou can't breathe yet, it's just starting.
that  Ritalin  and  didn't  get  it.Fifth grade- that's when things started
getting  worse.
So yeah some of it was the fact that I was
hyper and was always trying to get into some(WORSE?  JUST  LISTEN.)
kind of trouble, but a part of me could not
help, I really mean that, I really felt asI got put in LD. How embarrassing, me with a
though I had to be doing something all thelearning disability, no way. I did so poorly
time,  even  if  it meant getting in trouble.in fifth grade that they decided to ship me
to another school that had an LD program. I
Anyway, back to my school days. As Ineeded to be put in two LD classes, math and
mentioned, I was held back in the firstEnglish. I was literally devastated. I would
grade, and this really wasn't that bad,have to make new friends and this scared me;
because the teacher was always in my corner.I did not like this idea at all and I told my
She  loved  me.parents that. I cried and cried. What was
wrong with me that I had to be put into
(I  WAS  THE  CLASS  CLOWN!)special classes? Lost all my friends, how
could I go on, what was I gonna do? At that
I would spurt out things here and there andpoint I thought about giving up and ending it
even the teacher would crack up. I still hadall! At the tender age of twelve I thought my
to sit in the dunce's corner sometimes butlife was over! A new school and the
not as much as I did the first year. I rarelyembarrassment of the special classes I was
had to go to the principal's office anymore,put  in.
so that was good. Everyone loved me! I was
king of the class! Man did it feel good, so(WHEN WOULD THIS CRAP END, WHEN WOULD I GET A
yes the second year was easier than theBREAK?)
first. What's more, I honestly could remember
some of the material from the first year andThe master was licking his lips; he had
I received decent grades, which was rare foralmost won! The life he sought after was
me in grade school, because I couldn'talmost his, but then a funny thing happened.
understand  the  stuff.I  saw  a  tiny  ray  of  light  and  hope.
In spite of that, I was still always getting(YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD REMEMBER THE TURNING
in trouble for running in the halls. WalkingPOINT. I CAN'T, BUT THAT DAY I SAW HOPE FOR
just wasn't fast enough for me, because ITHE  FIRST  TIME!)
always had to go...go...go.... One time I was
running down the hall and was just about toI told myself that I would work as hard as I
turn  the  corner  andcould and get out of those funny LD classes,
as I thought of them as for dorks or someone
(WHAM!)lesser than myself. Now I know they are just
people like you and me with their own crosses
I ran right into a teacher carrying an oldto  bear.
record player (remember, this was in the days
before CD's). There I was, blood all over;(PLEASE DON'T JUDGE AS YOU MAY BE THE NEXT
you  know  how  a  head  wound  bleeds.ONE  WHO  IS  IN  THE  MASTER'S  PLAN!)
Wouldn't have been so bad except I had to getSomehow I knew I was going to win deep down
stitches and that was when I startedinside but it would take years to realize
screaming. I was petrified of doctors andthat dream. Slowly but surely my grades
hospitals. It literally took six people tostarted  to  improve  and  I  saw  hope.
hold me down, this I can remember. I screamed
and screamed and carried on like they were(YES,  I  SAID  THAT  POWERFUL  WORD  HOPE.)
going to take out a kidney without any
anesthetics. I really don't know how theBut the Master of the Night wasn't about to
doctor was able to sew me up. You would thinklet me get away with a positive thought like
that would give someone an idea that I had athat. That's when he let out the furious
mental illness, yet still no one caught on. Iattack that led to the smoking of dad's pipe!
think my actions as a kid clearly showed thatSeems innocent enough but if you only knew
I had ADHD. I just wish that someone wouldwhat a long and winding road this was going
have figured it out; it would have saved meto take me down you would honestly cry for
tons of pain! Although I had plenty of thehours trying to find a way so this horrible
symptoms, I wasn't put on Ritalin until I wasstory of pain and suffering would not have to
thirty-three.happen  in  anyone's  life  now  or  ever.
I can honestly tell you if you do indeed doGoing to the new school wasn't so bad after
have ADD or ADHD the Ritalin really does helpall. Everyone thought I was a cool kid and
and you can finally think things through andall the girls wanted to go out with me, and
understand things that never seemed possiblethey didn't seem to mind that I was in those
to me, as if I never wrote a book until afterfunny classes. You know how it is for the new
I  received  Ritalin,  so  you  be the judge?kid; everyone likes him, including all the
girls. After I had gotten used to it, I
I must say when I passed first grade, I wasactually liked my new school and it was
kinda sad. I mean I really loved Mrs.really fun and I was more popular at the new
Lambert. We became good friends and she had aschool  than  I  ever  was  at  the  old one.
positive effect on my life. Even years down
the road I have always gone back and, stopped(I  THOUGHT  I  WAS  HOT  SHIT.)
in,  and  visited  her.
The coolest part of going to the new school
Now let's talk about my nightmares. They werewas the fact that one day during gym, I hit
terrifying and paralyzing at the same time,my future wife in the face with a ball while
and half the time I would swear they werewe were playing dodge ball. I had to sit out
real!the rest of gym because of that. I didn't
know that she would be my wife then; I didn't
Not sure if my having ADHD was one of theeven start to go out with her until a few
reasons for seeing and hearing things, butyears after high school. I didn't even know
they were so real to me. Live ghosts suckingher name at the time, as she was not in the
out my very last breath. Watch out! A"in  crowd,"  as  us  cool  kids  put  it.
skeleton running wildly after me from the
bathroom. Oh, how I hated nighttime. How I(POPULAR!)
feared the darkness. As the day crept closer
to night I'd feel worse and worse, withoutI did just fine in the new school and passed
fail. I knew that hell was right around thethe sixth grade, thank God. I really don't
corner and was ready to appear with all thethink I could have handled another setback. I
bastards eagerly waiting to take their turnmean I failed first grade and almost failed
to make my life a worthless mess and a livingfifth, I would have lost my marbles if I
hell.would have failed sixth. I didn't start
kindergarten until I was six because they
(IT  WAS  JUST  AROUND  THE  CORNER!)said I was too immature and I am sure they
were right. Just look at the tough time that
I CAN BE BRUTALLY HONEST WITH YOU, STILL TOI  had  in  grade  school.
THIS DAY HAVE NIGHTMARES, HIT THE WALL WHILE
I AM SLEEPING, FALL OUT OF BED, YELL ANDNow it was off to junior high. Man, I thought
SCREAM IN MY SELP AND DON'T EVEN KNOW I AMI was a cool dude, only two years away from
DOING IT UNTIL MY WIFE OR KIDS TELL ME SO, SOhigh school. My problems, unfortunately, only
NIGHTIME REALLY IS NOT MUCH FUN FOR ME ATescalated.
TIMES  STILL!
Now I have to let you know that after
When the sun went down, it would take mestarting school late and then failing I was a
hours upon hours to get to sleep; I'd tosssmall kid because of the premature thing I am
and turn all night long. I would wake up andsure of, I could not play sports because I
it would feel like I just went to bed! Iwas too old for my grade. Now how do you
would never get any rest; I felt as tired asthink that makes you feel? You cannot play
or worse than when I lay down. It was verysports and you feel about so big and not in a
painful, the continuous and sheer energygood way! Therefore, this pushed me to the
without  a  safety  shut-off  switch.party  crowed and this almost sealed my doom!
(OH,  HOW  I  LOVED  THE  DARK!)  (NOT!)Listen to Arthur Buchanan on the Mike Litman
Show!  THIS  LINK  WORKS,  LISTEN  TODAY!
I would never just go to bed and fall asleep.
Never. I would I just lie there under myWith  Much  Love,
covers and fear the darkness with a passion,
and my mind just loved this. It would createArthur  Buchanan
things that I could be afraid of. How about
this, it would say, and that, and then IPresident/CEO
would  just  dwell  on  its  suggestions.
Out  of  Darkness  &  Into  the  Light
(A  TERRIBLE  THING  TO  DO!)
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