See what happens when you make bad decisions — namely, choosing the Other Guys subpar cable services. When you get bored, you start staring out windows. When you start staring out windows, you see things you shouldn't see. When you see things you shouldn't see, you need to vanish.
Merchant of Death retired.
I was raised in El Nido, California. I grew up on a dairy farm, where I received my black belt in the ancient art of Portuguese Shovel Fighting, because nothing motivates a Holstein to move its fat ass into the milk barn like a good shovel on the snout.
El Nido was a tiny little town, where the cows far outnumbered the people. Looking back, I suppose I would describe myself as a geeky, fat kid. So rather than play a lot of sports, I preferred to read books. I was that one kid that always had a book in my hands and was usually reading at recess instead of actually doing stuff.
It was my mom that installed a love of reading in me. My dad considered reading fiction a complete waste of time, since reading time should be devoted to information related to important things, like cows or tractors.
But I was a voracious reader. I read everything I could find. El Nido had a tiny library, and by the time I was about twelve I had read everything there. Two hours on the school bus everyday gives you plenty of extra reading time.
I kept one of his index pages and checked off every book as I read it. Eventually I got them all. There was just something heroic about those that caught my imagination. Somebody my mom knew had picked it up at a yard sale. After that I discovered Raymond E. Feist and David Eddings, whole new worlds opened, and I knew that I wanted to write fantasy.
I started writing little stories in my school notebooks. I even illustrated them with dragons and swords and lots of explosions, because why the hell not?
The other kids loved them, and suddenly I discovered that I was good at making crap up to entertain people. It would be another twenty-five years before I discovered that I could actually make money at it. The first sci-fi I was introduced to was John Dalmas, and from there I went on a crazed spiral of reading everything possible.
I polished off Dune when I was about ten. She had to read it herself and then give me a quiz. Squirrels and rabbits would burrow into our irrigation ditches, and then when you ran water down them, they would break and flood the roads.
Nothing prevents this quite like shooting the little buggers. Basically, I shot a lot of animals growing up. As farmers, you had your good years and your bad years.
I remember one Christmas where all my presents were a new pair of work gloves and a brick of. No matter how poor we got, there was always an ammo budget. You see, killing animals was where food came from, and for me that was work, not fun.
For farm kids, raising a calf, giving it a name, and taking care of it like a sort of giant bovine pet was perfectly normal. And then one day you shot your pet in the brain, hung it up, and cut it into steaks.
It really helps keep that whole circle of life thing in perspective. Rather, shooting was about the interaction between me and the weapon. If I did what I was supposed to do, then this mechanical marvel would do what it was supposed to do.
Like I said, there were good years and bad years. A string of bad years were a real challenge for everyone.
We lost the farm. My dad wanted to try and start over somewhere where land and hay was cheaper. My family moved to Utah. I was the oldest and my dad and I were at that stage that many young men reach with their fathers where they really want to murder each other.🔥Citing and more!
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