Sunday, October 10, 2004

My Bastard Days
I'm feeling nostalgick, so I decided to take my own advise and write the kinda auto-biographical thingy Solo wrote.

up until I was about eight years of age, I was lucky. I did not know it at the time, but those were the best days of my life. until 199-5or6 I lived in a big house with my family.

We had a dog and a cat, I don't think we took very good care of them, but they lived alright. Our cat for example could open doors all by itself. he would just jump, his weight would pull the handle down and momentum from the jump push it open. That cat had this white fur. He used to go for walks and dissapear all the time, but he used to come back. One time he didn't. So we got ourselves a new cat. A she-cat, I don't remember her that well, but she used to eat her young, so it couldn't have been the wite one, he couldn't have given birth to any young.

I set a cat on fire once. I don't remember it myself, but I was told by my good aunt that when I was three, she was in our house for some hollydais and when they weren't expecting it, a cat jumped out from under the table with it's tail smouldering. I was hiding behind the table-cloth with a matchbox. Grown-ups tend to excagerate their memories, but this one looks like it might be true, how else would I know weather cat fur burns or just smoulders?

I played with fire, when I was older. because I remember this one. I set it up on the second floor, on the actual floor of the corridor. After being unsucesful at geting it started, I was surprised at how well it turned out. So well in fact that I couldn't put it out. Even with the dirt from the tomatoe-pots. I just went downstairs to pretend that nothing happened. It's a good thing my sister notised smoke coming from upstairs. Parents were ou for the evening. there wasn't too much damage. They had to put floorboards on top of the ones I burned.

Another Bad thing I did in those days was when my sister was teaching me self-defence. Well she wasn't actualy telling me how, but she just told me that I should fight back if anything. When the time came to use that advise, I didn't, but that's for another day... I would pretend that I saw this target, just like robocop, of where a punch is goin to land. and I was so cool, so tough. So this guy, in school, asked me something or just called me , he was standing behind me. I turned around and did a karate chop to his neck. I think I made up a reason, I said to myself thet he was buging me. Well he had to ask me a couple of time's couse I was ignoring him. Later the teacher gave a speech to the whole class about why we shouldn't hit people in the neck and stuff. I was not cool or tough, I never was. I prouded myself on being good, and now I was worse then everyone else.

That guy that I hit. His name is Marius, he was born on third, if I'm not mistaken, and I'm born on the ninth of november so we practicaly the same age. I ideolised him. I wanted to be like him, I wanted to be his friend.

Before we started school, I think because that's when he got a new friend, we used to hang out. He was actualy a very bad influence in those days. The worst thing I ever done was stealing, and not just any stealing. I was taking money from my mother's purse. Then I would get marius and we would go to a shop to buy some sweets or something. One day I found a tenner on the table or the floor. I took that tenner and went to Marius. He couldn't go, so I went to Monica, another friend of mine. We went to the shop and we bought sweets lemonade and a heavy bag of ccookies. I gave those to Monica because I didn't want to bring them home as I wouldn't have been able to explain them. When I got back home I found out that, that money was left to my sister to care of food for that day. My mum was angry because I took the money, my sister was annoyed because I didn't bring those cookies home.
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