My earliest memory of life was walking down my hometown of Paignton and looking up at a garage sign and wondering What will I be doing in the year 1996?
My earliest memory of life was walking down my hometown of Paignton and looking up at a garage sign and wondering ‘What will I be doing in the year 1996’?
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An opening door stirred me in my dreams. ‘It’s time to get up’. Requests so horrifying I am so glad that I no longer have to put up with. I was currently a normal student, subject to a law that told me that I must attend college. I was at that time, unaware that an education would serve me well. A cup of tea and a regular watch of Rugrats made my entire life a lot worse. If you can imagine a short-term life of suburbia consisting of waking up, brushing teeth, if I could be bothered and then walking down stairs. I would either make or greet a cup of tea that rested on the front room table. Rugrats was my morning TV wake up call for about six months. A continuous drab of horseshit about babies looking for an imaginary toilet flush that turned out to be a diving board, that they would unethically jump upon to make the local swimming pool empty, it’s chlorine filled hole. After my meeting with the TV, we would get driven to the hell of secondary education. Best years of your life! What a bunch crap. Your parents drive that unsubstantiated garbage into your ears. People that had a good secondary education were the assholes I once knew. A punch in the gut and a request for the week’s money that I had earned on my paper rounds. Having a stutter hardly helped my progressive years, either. Having teachers with a chip on their shoulder, make you stand up to read this week’s story report, for their own self-satisfaction. If I ever catch up with them…