About my history, and they said it sounded like some kind of impossible story. Between my childhood, and getting killed by the truck, and my love life, sometimes even I can’t believe it, and I lived it. If you look at my life as a book series with different writers, it starts making some sense, but seriously, my life doesn’t make any sense.
I have mentioned that I had a chaotic childhood. As an illustration of that I was registered to attend 17 schools from K-12 counting the one I graduated from and one I went to twice, 5th and the first half of 6th and the first half of 8th. And 8th was the worst, that was the year I registered for 4 schools and actually got to attend 2. Those schools were Kenitra American Jr-Sr, Decaturville Elementary, some school in Newport RI, and Middletown Middle. of those I only saw the first two and the last, because the first house we were going to rent got blacklisted after we got ready to move in for some reason after we got registered for school but before we moved in, so I never even saw the school.
Another illustration of that was I somehow was proposed to when I was either 11 or 12, the exact year escapes me at the moment. I was watching a girl not much older than me weaving a rug in Morocco, and while I was watching the loom she thought I was watching her in a romantic way. Since I hadn’t reached puberty yet I wasn’t really paying much attention to her, but I guess I was watching the loom she was working so intently she got the wrong idea. What made it worse was I didn’t speak any French or Arabic outside of knowing the swears in case I made someone angry. Someone asking me to marry them was entirely outside my vocabulary. And thinking about it this was the summer after 6th grade, so I was 12 then, still way too young to get married. This was the incident we used to establish why I was immortal in Shadowrun, I pissed off a magic user when I refused to get married so I was cursed with immortality without eternal youth so condemned to get old and messed up, but never die so eternal pain and torment. This was used to explain how in-game I survived getting hit by a pickup truck at 60 MPH. The only way I could survive that in game would to either be a dragon in human form, not allowed by the rules, or to be otherwise immortal, allowed by the rules.
I mentioned I have an interesting love life, which was apparently written as a hentai harem story, especially my 30s and 40s. Let’s just simplify it and say that period of my life did not lack for sex partners, as one put it, it wasn’t so much that I was Mr. Right as I was Mr. Right There, and I was good at making women feel good. That was something I had been doing since I was 13, so once again back to the chaotic childhood. It’s strange how it always seems to come back to that. Anywho, opened up the marriage and had lots of girlfriends and other lovers including trans people, until the body started failing and it got real hard to find girlfriends when the Pandemic hit, which coincided with Mrs. the Poet having back surgery and totally losing interest in sex for over a year because it caused her pain. So, new author who doesn’t write sex scenes for seniors and I’m celibate because I can’t find any women, because I haven’t been social since 3/2020. I literally haven’t left the house since then except to grocery shop, go to the Lab Rat Keeper and the brain doctor, or get a haircut, massage, or a pedicure since I can’t reach my toes.
And I have had my share of surgeries on my leg and to get tumors removed, nothing to say and except for the skin graft from the truck hitting me and blowing my leg open there isn’t much to show with modern methods of closing the surgical wound. Seriously I have had 3 tumors removed and I can’t even find the scars since they started using glue instead of stitches on the top closure.
And that pretty much sums everything up for today.
Witch on a Bicycle 