I was raised a dub but when myself and my 4 sisters were persecuted by my dad to a scary point, we quit going to meetings but studied all the time with my mom ("paraidse lost "was my first one) *realises he's an old bastard*. In about the 9th grade I met some "brothers" in my metalshop and got to know them, got invited to meetings, I went to most all of them but I snuck so my dad wouldn't know, my dad finally found out and didn't do anything, in time my mom and sisters started going again. So, most of my time in school from about the 5th or 6th grade up to the 9th I wasn't a witness so to speak.
I took up pole-vaulting in track before I met the brothers and was on the track team. I was a good vaulter but had to quit once I started to go to meetings and I regret the hell out of the fact that I could have had some good memories of excelling in track.
Long story short, I was never wordly so to speak, always believed the "truth" and shortly after I graduated and married at 18.....just a pup. Most of my life I have been married.
I could have been popular in school but I was a good dub and didn't cheat....cept for getting drunk and chewing snuff with my good association I had with the brothers. Many brothers were good dubs cept for drinkin mostly.
I guess I was cheated out of dating, sports, fellowship with good wordly people(and many were good people). I was socially repressed because of not fellowshipping with the world and was nieve as are many dubs who toe the line like they are supposed to.
I miss what life I could of had, I regret lack of dreams, goals, and education. I prolly woulda been a damn millionaire had I not believed the end was nigh.
Thats my story. Now then, if you wanna buy my book on how I got into nutsack shinin it'll cost ya bastards 25$. It's hardbound and there's a pic of me bendin over in the shower and lookin like a damn doberman pincer. ....kind cute really
Gumby