edit: this is unedited, and it rambles. (lol that this is an edit)
I've thought for a long time my life might make a good book. Anytime I tell someone my life story they act as though I'm full of shit, possibly because the things that have happened I'm totally comfortable with discussing where most people would not be, but it's really just been that crazy.
The thread on the biked got me thinking about something that happened to my kid this summer, and got my blood boiling all over again, so I wanted to post this to dispel the notion that people are rational, and it grew a bit back to the thought of turning it into a book.
I'm going to time line some of the stand outs. There are plenty of other things that are harder to put into list format, and things like a couple death threats that I didn't take seriously enough to consider a real possibility, etc, that I'm skipping over.
For background, and this would be a large portion of the books tone, my childhood was rough, I was from my moms first marriage, and my mom and step dad were very partial to their own children. My mom treated me like a reminder of her shitty life before, and my step dad didn't know what to do with me. I suppose I'd juxtapose that with how well I get along with my step dad now.
I'd talk about growing up, rough shit when I was a teen (started college at 15), failing out of multiple schools, starting my first company, building my nut, loosing it, and, now trying to build it again.
What do you think, would it make a good book? Here are the shit events, as they'd be the staples, the rest serve as (hopefully) interesting filler:
18 months : Kidnapped and held hostage, briefly.
5 years - 6 years : molested regularly.
8 years: mugged by a teenager, managed to escape by bashing his head against a hand dryer in a taco bell bathroom. A couple weeks later I was spotted by the same kid, he chased me shouting he was going to finish me off, and narrowly escaped by hiding.
9 years: tackled by an older boy who attempted to stab me with a broken bottle.
9 years: had my play fort set on fire whilst I was inside.
9 years: kicked out of school, after a boy and I ran into each other playing baseball. He was hurt worse, so I was expelled - racially motivated (I was the only white child).
11: forced to perform oral sex on a older boy
12: attacked by 3 boys, one with a crow bar because I liked the same girl as one of the boys.
16: crazed man came after me a tire iron screaming obscenities about "mormons like you", only stopped chasing me when I desperately told him I wasn't mormon, and hated them too. (I'm not, I don't)
17: had my jaw broken in a sucker punch from the side by someone I had never met
17: the girl I was dating disappeared. wasn't at school, teachers, friends, even siblings didn't know where she was. I thought her abusive dad had finally killed her. Drove to their house, left car running so I could escape (expected to be shot at), and stormed into her house and (through a wired shut jaw) confronted her dad. They'd sent her to a teen center to "fix her" because she was dating me, a "non member" (that means not a mormon). Did not get shot at.
A week later she sneaked a call out, but could only tell me it was a large blue building near train tracks in provo utah. A week alter I packed my shit up, left home, and drive to find her. Went to the county assessors office and talked my way into their maps. Found the tracks and wrote down the addresses of the largest buildings near tracks, and started searching. Found the place, watched it till Sunday when a large van left and followed it to Church. Waited till service was in session, then went in and sat on the row behind her. Tapped her on the shoulder. Her look was priceless.
We went out and chatted, cried together, etc. I offered to break her out that night, she turned me down and then we broke up. I promised I'd be back for her someday, and 14 months later after she turned 18, I came back, and we were married 6 months later. This story was long because it hold a special place.
18: was attacked by a crazed driver, who ended up, through a series of events, going through the windshield of my car, and was then chased into a gas station were I was saved by some customers.
18: my girlfriend and I moved in together. 2 weeks later she brought her ex-boyfriend home, came in the front door holding hands, looked at me, walked straight into the bedroom. That was rough.
20: my wife and I were car chased by a crazed driver until we managed to get far enough ahead (we were doing nearly 100mph on an icy two lane road) and then flip off the lights and drive up an unplowed road far enough that when the truck flew past the driver didn't notice us (we were doing nearly 100mph on an icy two lane road). We waited up the hill for over an hour while the truck turned around numerous times, apparently looking for where we'd gone. No idea what would have happened had the driver found us.
21: a angry client sent photos with movie style X's and death threats, interpol and the doj took statements from me, apparently this guy had some actual shit on him.
22: was gaming pretty hard, was in a CSS clan. When I left the clan the founder of the clan threatened to kill my entire family and bury the bodies under his house. He wasn't kidding, turns out he'd served time for attempting, with a small group of nutbags, to blow up a abortion clinic in the early 90's.
It's been pretty mundane since then, and as a result of my experiences I go out of my way to help people, I seem to gain respect very easily, and take command of almost any situation. The shit I went through sucked, but I wouldn't change most of it.
I've thought for a long time my life might make a good book. Anytime I tell someone my life story they act as though I'm full of shit, possibly because the things that have happened I'm totally comfortable with discussing where most people would not be, but it's really just been that crazy.
The thread on the biked got me thinking about something that happened to my kid this summer, and got my blood boiling all over again, so I wanted to post this to dispel the notion that people are rational, and it grew a bit back to the thought of turning it into a book.
I'm going to time line some of the stand outs. There are plenty of other things that are harder to put into list format, and things like a couple death threats that I didn't take seriously enough to consider a real possibility, etc, that I'm skipping over.
For background, and this would be a large portion of the books tone, my childhood was rough, I was from my moms first marriage, and my mom and step dad were very partial to their own children. My mom treated me like a reminder of her shitty life before, and my step dad didn't know what to do with me. I suppose I'd juxtapose that with how well I get along with my step dad now.
I'd talk about growing up, rough shit when I was a teen (started college at 15), failing out of multiple schools, starting my first company, building my nut, loosing it, and, now trying to build it again.
What do you think, would it make a good book? Here are the shit events, as they'd be the staples, the rest serve as (hopefully) interesting filler:
18 months : Kidnapped and held hostage, briefly.
5 years - 6 years : molested regularly.
8 years: mugged by a teenager, managed to escape by bashing his head against a hand dryer in a taco bell bathroom. A couple weeks later I was spotted by the same kid, he chased me shouting he was going to finish me off, and narrowly escaped by hiding.
9 years: tackled by an older boy who attempted to stab me with a broken bottle.
9 years: had my play fort set on fire whilst I was inside.
9 years: kicked out of school, after a boy and I ran into each other playing baseball. He was hurt worse, so I was expelled - racially motivated (I was the only white child).
11: forced to perform oral sex on a older boy
12: attacked by 3 boys, one with a crow bar because I liked the same girl as one of the boys.
16: crazed man came after me a tire iron screaming obscenities about "mormons like you", only stopped chasing me when I desperately told him I wasn't mormon, and hated them too. (I'm not, I don't)
17: had my jaw broken in a sucker punch from the side by someone I had never met
17: the girl I was dating disappeared. wasn't at school, teachers, friends, even siblings didn't know where she was. I thought her abusive dad had finally killed her. Drove to their house, left car running so I could escape (expected to be shot at), and stormed into her house and (through a wired shut jaw) confronted her dad. They'd sent her to a teen center to "fix her" because she was dating me, a "non member" (that means not a mormon). Did not get shot at.
A week later she sneaked a call out, but could only tell me it was a large blue building near train tracks in provo utah. A week alter I packed my shit up, left home, and drive to find her. Went to the county assessors office and talked my way into their maps. Found the tracks and wrote down the addresses of the largest buildings near tracks, and started searching. Found the place, watched it till Sunday when a large van left and followed it to Church. Waited till service was in session, then went in and sat on the row behind her. Tapped her on the shoulder. Her look was priceless.
We went out and chatted, cried together, etc. I offered to break her out that night, she turned me down and then we broke up. I promised I'd be back for her someday, and 14 months later after she turned 18, I came back, and we were married 6 months later. This story was long because it hold a special place.
18: was attacked by a crazed driver, who ended up, through a series of events, going through the windshield of my car, and was then chased into a gas station were I was saved by some customers.
18: my girlfriend and I moved in together. 2 weeks later she brought her ex-boyfriend home, came in the front door holding hands, looked at me, walked straight into the bedroom. That was rough.
20: my wife and I were car chased by a crazed driver until we managed to get far enough ahead (we were doing nearly 100mph on an icy two lane road) and then flip off the lights and drive up an unplowed road far enough that when the truck flew past the driver didn't notice us (we were doing nearly 100mph on an icy two lane road). We waited up the hill for over an hour while the truck turned around numerous times, apparently looking for where we'd gone. No idea what would have happened had the driver found us.
21: a angry client sent photos with movie style X's and death threats, interpol and the doj took statements from me, apparently this guy had some actual shit on him.
22: was gaming pretty hard, was in a CSS clan. When I left the clan the founder of the clan threatened to kill my entire family and bury the bodies under his house. He wasn't kidding, turns out he'd served time for attempting, with a small group of nutbags, to blow up a abortion clinic in the early 90's.
It's been pretty mundane since then, and as a result of my experiences I go out of my way to help people, I seem to gain respect very easily, and take command of almost any situation. The shit I went through sucked, but I wouldn't change most of it.
