I would say that sometimes I feel my life has past me up by virtue of my having earned my daily bread while working the night shift. Working in a prison environment has also hindered my social skills.
I camp 24/7 in a small town just over the Pennsylvania border south of Binghamton NY. form April-October. From Oct-Apr I winter hibernate in Syracuse NY
Having joined the Army after high school and then being stationed in Europe I gained quite an education. Some of it through schools and most of it through "hard knocks". I've managed to have lived in quite a few different locations and worked at several differnt jobs. None of which one would call a career. Never having wanted to become a cop or fireman I found it strange that the one job I did hold the longest was in law enforcement.
I'de much rather have stayed in Las Vegas waiting tables for some of the biggest hotels but how long can one guy party on?.......To be continued
I am youthful, impish, and bad
Then there is my Brooklyn accent sometimes confused with a Bostonian dialect. I've been told I sound as if I'm straight oout of a scene in Goodfellows. That covers how it's said.
Now I'll cover what is said. People notice my forthright manner of speaking. Unfortunately I've never learned to couch my words. I kinda say t like it is.
What food would a Brooklyn born Italian guy love? Pizza and Pasta. Baddabing. Baddaboom
2. Computer. Be it my PC , my laptop or my Netbook. I enjoy using my computer for communicating, researching, buying, and working.
3. Camp Trailer. I spend half my time in the woods camping.
4. Digital Video Recorder. I record movies so as to have something to fill the empty nights after the sun sets at camp.
5. Food. What does one do without food?
6. Money. Only way to acquire everything else.
What it would feel like to be the center of someone's world and have them light up whenever I enter the room.
That exhilirating feeling one gets in the pit of their stomach while on their way to see a special someone.
How it feels to know someone who actually "gets me"
Waking up thinking of someone.
Suddenly realizing life holds no interest if they were gone.
Quite often I can be found on Yahoo Messenger under the same ID
All that I may be willing to admit is that nothing i did as private was illegal. To some it may have been immoral but to me it didn't seem that way at all.