A Story about my childhood

back in the olden days, when my poppa was still alive and we lived in 
a rinky-dink old mining town in the middle of nowhere, we didn't 
have electric heat. we had a wood-burning stove. i remember my daddy 
used to make me and matt go outside in the freezing cold to get 
firewood every mornin', and the only warm room in the house was the 
livin' room. not only that, but we had to chop wood and stack it all 
the time, too. 
those were the good ol' days. i was 5 and matt was 3, and dad would 
bring home a big ol' load of firewood, and me and matt would go out 
and stack it. after about six or seven hours had passed, and we were 
still out working on it, daddy would come out and offer us words of 
encouragement, like "get your asses moving! you wanna be stacking 
this wood all night?!" one time, i even remember he came out and 
asked, "do you want me to help?"
being young and naive, i didn't realize he was being sarcastic. so i 
said, "sure!"
and my good ol' pappy pointed at a piece of wood and said "stack 
that one." then he pointed at another one and said "then that one."
and continued until we were finished. my pappy was one in a million.

you see, children, we didn't have it like you do. we had to work hard 
for all the stuff that you kids take for granted. so quit complaining 
about our furnace not working and run down to the corner store and 
get me some cigarrettes!
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you know, i was thinking about this today, because a lot of the kids 
of my generation grew up with central heat, and we had a crappy old 
wood burning stove. it was a pain in the ass. but when i have kids, 
most of the people will have central heating, and i can tell them 
this story just like my dad told me about walking to school and shit.
the thing is, that story was all true! except for me and matt being 5 
and 3. we were more like 6 and 4, and we were out freezing our asses 
off after school to doing work that dad should have done, and our 
pants were hand-me-downs with holes in the knees, and we never 
ate. and now shelly gets new clothes and eats like a pig, and never 
has to do anything. i've learned a lot from this reflection. life 
isn't fair, and my dad is an asshole.
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(this is the only part of the old site I've decided to change. I'd
like to officially announce that I do not think my dad is an asshole.)