Monday, August 17, 2015

Chapter one

I am a product of your society. 
Let's start the beginning.
I was born. Of this I'm sure.
 I have documents proving it. I was born December 18, 1964.
The Wright brothers first flew December 17th 1903.
  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wright_brothers
I think I was born an Airman.
My grandmother use to take me to the airport in Shreveport, Louisiana so I could watch the airplanes take off and land. http://flyshreveport.com/
She had a Volkswagen beetle and would splash the mud puddles on the way. As far as I can remember I have been telling people " look airplane! "
Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I have said I wouldn't mind getting Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The first word is post. That means the trauma is over.  The disorder is that it makes the person non-functional.

Now this second part is hear-say that is to say although I witnessed it I do not have confirmation or evidence.
My mother was heavily drugged during my birth. I was removed from her womb with forceps.  The medical device left marks on my head that looks like horns.
Or I was born with horns.
I think my dad joined the Coast Guard and moved to Alaska.

I wanted to join the coast guard but I was too short.
You have to be 6 feet tall to join the Coast Guard.
That way can walk to shore if the boat sinks .  Ha,ha.
That's my Coast Guard joke.
Those guys are awesome. http://www.uscg.mil/
Most people are mad at them because they tell them to put a life jacket on.

JD taught me about life preservers. He threw me out of a boat. Way out in shark infested waters.  Then he told  me to swim to shore.
He helped keep the sharks at bay buy driving the boat around me at high speeds. The wake made it challenging for me to swim.
He would occasionally ask me if he had advised me to wear my flotation device while aboard his vessel.

He did.  I did not wear my flotation device.  That was stupid.  JD did not have time for stupid airmen.  If I drowned he would have to fill out paper work.  He hated paperwork.  I wear my flotation device.  He loved me.  I think he still does. 

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