Post by Axle on Jul 25, 2016 15:24:55 GMT -6
The world has always been a place of indifference and a place of horror. People say that their lives are perfect and that they have no reason to complain but that is never true. There is no such thing as a perfect life. You could be the richest person in the world, have all the money and fame but you still wouldn't have that perfect life because money makes people make stupid choices and makes people greedy. You can say that you have a plan to have yourself a good life, a life without pain, but those plans never come to fruition. There is always that one thing that throws this plan off. Whether it's later in life or whether it's early in your childhood. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is ever perfect. That was made obvious to me when I was just a young boy in Howe, Indiana.
We open to me sitting on a bench in Jefferson Park in Lafayette, Indiana. It's a normal summer day for Indiana, not too hot, around the mid eighties. A bottle of FIJI water is sitting next to me on the old brown bench I'm sitting on, my right leg is perched up on top of my left.
I was born in LaGrange, Indiana at the hospital there. It's still standing, it's a old yellowish brownish brick building with five floors. Not a big hospital, nor does it have to be seeing as LaGrange is probably three to four times bigger than Howe. Which means it has about fifteen hundred to two thousand people in it. If there is a bad accident, then the people get airlifted to the Fort Wayne or South Bend hospitals. I was born at five forty-five AM on January 17th, 1987. Little did I know that the next fifteen years of my life would be complete hell. The first five, while they weren't as bad as the rest, we're still filled with arguing and fighting. I get it, everyone's parents argue, but not like this. This was bad. It always seemed to be over money, or something my dad did or didn't do or something my dad thought my mom said. It progressively got worse as I got older as well. Fast Forward five years and that's when the real curveball gets thrown into it. I find out about someone who I knew nothing about. A person that my parents kept from me for ten years, why? I had no idea and to this day I still don't know why. That's one of the things I am going to figure out when I finally have a heart to heart with him. I will finally figure out the real, and true, Aomori Stories.
We open to me sitting on a bench in Jefferson Park in Lafayette, Indiana. It's a normal summer day for Indiana, not too hot, around the mid eighties. A bottle of FIJI water is sitting next to me on the old brown bench I'm sitting on, my right leg is perched up on top of my left.
I was born in LaGrange, Indiana at the hospital there. It's still standing, it's a old yellowish brownish brick building with five floors. Not a big hospital, nor does it have to be seeing as LaGrange is probably three to four times bigger than Howe. Which means it has about fifteen hundred to two thousand people in it. If there is a bad accident, then the people get airlifted to the Fort Wayne or South Bend hospitals. I was born at five forty-five AM on January 17th, 1987. Little did I know that the next fifteen years of my life would be complete hell. The first five, while they weren't as bad as the rest, we're still filled with arguing and fighting. I get it, everyone's parents argue, but not like this. This was bad. It always seemed to be over money, or something my dad did or didn't do or something my dad thought my mom said. It progressively got worse as I got older as well. Fast Forward five years and that's when the real curveball gets thrown into it. I find out about someone who I knew nothing about. A person that my parents kept from me for ten years, why? I had no idea and to this day I still don't know why. That's one of the things I am going to figure out when I finally have a heart to heart with him. I will finally figure out the real, and true, Aomori Stories.
