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I guess my story begins, As the game comic slips ever further from under my jumper I raise my left leg and hope the security guard questioning me won't notice, he seems more interested in the bag my friend is carrying, which is okay as it doesn't contain anything from this store, I talk with confidence although my adrenaline is heightened and all the time the game comic is slipping from beneath my jumper. The guard is satisfied and let's us on our way. We head to a bathroom and l transfer the game comic to the bag of item's my friend is holding for me. Later the same day I get talking to a boy maybe a few year's older than me and he offers to sell me a pocket knife. Perhaps this boy hood day is the beginning of my life in the city of Manchester.

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ticktock6:
It was around this time that I got my second tattoo, I found the flash on the Internet with the help of Google and headed down to a local studio where I met the artist C,H, my tattoo is a peaceful bear named Boris he represents my love of my family warm bear cuddles, He also has an angry silent side of fire and ferociousness when it comes to thoughs I love. He dances when he is happy and whatever paths my live takes I will always have a reminder of family with me.
ticktock6:
With my eagerness to remember the people and events of my passed I have overlooked my reptilian familiar and friend Guinness Morison, springing forth from a hold all with her tale flailing wildly above her body one freaked out lizard had just arrived by motorbike. As the days progressed and her temper and uncertainty calmed we became friends. Sharing my food and living space with a three foot lizard was cool, not having much in the way of funds a proper habitat was never established but making do with the UV strip light attached to my PC and the heat of a gentile radiator cohabitation with a grown reptile was an interesting insight into reptilian species. Though my friend you have now embraced the cold dark of soils embrace as you existed in time so shall you always live if only in the memory of what has gone before. As I sleep what must go through your reptilian mind with your vice like claws, bone whip tail, and needle sharp teeth, yet our familiarity means I may slumber on my sofa while you warm on my radiator and never once was my trust betrayed by attack. Sharing pizza, swimming in the warm water of my bath, then when we moved to the coast exploring the stores with you sat on my shoulders and enjoying the sun of the yard on a warm summer day while you stalked the plants of the garden. O that life should play such a hand as I trapped in the imprisonment of society's mental evaluation so you where trapped in surviving under the care of my hipster stoner brother. I hear you ate well though your disturbance at my absence got you confined to isolation, when next we meet you are week and tired and the last I can do for you is to take you to a veterinary who cares for you as you leave this realm. R.I.P Guinness Morison the lizard queen.

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