What are you thinking about...right now? (cuarenta y dos 42)

hetty

My parents were both batshit crazy. The had money though. So they started taking me out of the country with at like age 6.
They took me to places like Jamaica, and Mexico, in the 70s. They took me to Jamaica 13 times. They used to take me to NYC all the time. So I saw poverty. Abject poverty.
Once when I was 7 they took me one night to a nightclub in Montego Bay, Jamaica. Bob Marley was playing. I was the youngest of 8 most of my siblings I do not know and several have already passed. My two brother closest in age to me are 9 and 10 years older then me, the older one made sure I never really believed in Santa, the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy. I have the asperger's so I got bullied, there was no antibullying or inclusion back in the 70s. I was considered to be the craziest, most socially awkward, most violent, most intelligent kid in the Kinnelon NJ school system.
I went to military schools, two of them. I signed up for every bit of combat training I could possibly qualify for. I learned.
I discovered marijuana one summer's day. Then LSD and then the Grateful Dead. I left home right after getting booted from the second military school.
Ter. Wookery. Laying paper with no gloves, in a van in Summer, in Kansas.
Then the arrests convictions
And then college. Learned lot of shit about making droogs.
Dropped out of college. Commenced to making drugs. More busts. Prison. Back to manufacturing drugs. Spent about 25 years live south of the Mason Dixon line. Finally I arrive here.

All those experiences shaped me into who I am today. I think it's bad to lie to children. I'm the militant dead-spread head, ex con, burn out loser that every one said I would become.
And do you know what the majority of adults who told an autistic child that he would never amount to anything cited as my primary weakness? They would say,"you know what Everett, you know what your biggest problem is? You're too Smart for your own good."

I don't know if any of that had anything to do with me not believing in Santa Clause...

Somehow I missed that post. You should write a book Captain...