Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance
That’s what it feels like after you’ve put words on paper.
The story is there waiting to be written, I know where it’s coming from, I know where I want it to go, but the words are not working.
I read it once, yuk, I read it twice, it’s begging me to press the delete button.
This is how it looks:
My life was going nowhere. If I took a step back and took a good, long, hard look at it, what could I say was the one defining moment?
There was no defining moment.
I’d bounced around schools till the day I decided I was not cut out to learn anything more, or perhaps the teachers had given up trying to impart knowledge. Whatever the reason, I dropped out of college and drifted. Seasonal laborer, farmhand, factory worker, night watchman.
At least now I had a uniform and…
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