I've always kind of wanted to write up a blog or really just share my experiences and since I have a tendency to over-share, why not on here.
Why not start this first blog with talking about my self.
First of all let me specify that I have no real writing skills, meaning I never majored in anything I'm actually a high school failure. I didn't drop out I just never finished my education in high school. I went to my graduation only to find out I had failed French, ps I'm French, so that sucked. I enrolled in a a French class the next year to get my credits back but that didn't work out... Anyways how about we start with childhood.
I'm gonna try and not make this a long ass boring affair
I came from a military father and a... Whatever job there was mother. I have a brother who is 5 years older than I am. My parents divorced when I was 3. Me and my brother stayed with our mother and moved from town town every year or so, while my mom battled drug addiction until I was 6 or 7, and finally settled in an area for my teenage years...
I hated that place. I didn't really have any true friends, no one I could truly count. My mother had a different boyfriend every year or so that would immediately always move in with us, some didn't like me and my brother and some just didn't care. I don't think any of them actually like us... Was is our fault? Was it they're fault? All I know is after my mother sobered up the only men she saw were addicts..
They were sober at the time but, having followed my mom in numerous AA CA NA meetings I've developed my own wisdom about addiction, they were still addicts.
By the time I moved out my brother was half estranged, my mother was seeing a man that had tries to show me how to be a man in the middle of the night drunk. He was trying to fight me, I had never been in a real fight all I could do was push him away as he staggered... Until my mom walked and KOed this ex street fighter.
So I'm living with my carpet factory coworker, he does freebase on regular occasions, his GF and I argue constantly about the dishes, were both lazy, and his brother that thinks we live in a commune..
Few months into I'm down on my luck and I loose my job... Like I said, I was lazy.
I get to talking to my father who I speak to twice a year and see him less... And I ask him if I can come see him. My father moved in Nunavut when I was 12 or 13. After my whole childhood of him not being around always overseas in the military, finally retires, then moves as far away from in canada as he can.... Iqaluit Nunavut.
But I'm losing the point... We're almost done stay in there.
I call my father and ask him if I can come up for a couple weeks. The money is really good and I've been there a few times and held a few jobs. So I pack a bag, 1 bag and off to Nunavut I go
-see you guys in a couple weeks.
I told my roommates.... Took me 6 or 7 months before I called them from Nunavut of course....
To be continued..