Text 29421, 73 rader
Skriven 2006-05-13 01:10:10 av Philip Lozier (1:267/169)
  Kommentar till text 29348 av Roy Witt (1:1/22)
Ärende: Canadian "Skills"
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 FS>> WAIT!!!  I don't wanna see!  ... [rushing away] ...

 RW> LOL! Come on back! We couldn't tell his wounds from his face...

The wounds of my accident are very evident on my face.  My ass probably looks
better, except for the parts of it they took tissue and skin from for other
pruposes... funny you put it "that way".  Yes... my ass is now a PART of my
face.  At least it didn't happen when I was younger... then I wouldn;t have
maybe had somebody who has loved me through life and can see through the scars.
 I'm supposed to be dead, and I'm not.  I'm now ugly.  I can live with that,
with the help of my love of loves who can too (see through the scars).

So... you're probably very right... can't tell the difference between my
wounds, my ass, and my face... except my breath probably smells worse than my
asshole at times. SO BE IT.

Despite the call for "my death" at the time of my accident, and then when I
wouldn't die, for my 'being lame', I have reverted back to my old ways, and
YES, (moron) , I AM climbing trees again. Albiet not the "big ones" that I used
to, but none the less, not bad for somebody who was supposed to be dead or not
walk again.

FUCK THEM!  Doctors sometimes have no clue of human desire and the actual power
of human will... they only think of classroom frogs and never the human factor.
They, like you, always think they're superior by their education, and know
better.  Yet, doctors make the worst patients they say.

If you can't tell the difference between my wounds, my ass, or my face,
you never knew me, or even tried. I'm "working" at my old skills... yet I
-have- noticed my typing skills are down.  I thought you were aware of my
accident.  You were one of the first to recognize me when I came back with
"Where have you been stranger?" ... ah well. let me go search out all the beer
I can swill... afterall... I'm gonna have to end up on the shit end of the
stick or something.  Even though I ca perform physical labor to the level that
99% of the population could not, that involves at most times extensive rigging
under dangerous circumstances and (even though not an engineering class -as in
category- involved with it) engineering tasks that have perplexed
engineers I have done the work on their property for... I AM having some
problems with "simple" tasks that most people take for granted.. i.e. my
spelling is off, but I won the spelling bee award for all NYC schools in my 5th
grade year.  The "city-wide" aptitude tests had me rated
as a 10.9 (10th year, 9th month) rate in English.  That's *5th Grade* with a
high school graduate level understanding of the English language.

I went to Brooklyn Technical High School (known as Brooklyn Tech for short)...
one of the top 3 elite you could get into in NYC at the time, and the test to
get ito any of those schools (as high school) were above the high school
equivelancy test level, and the entry tests were being taken at the 8th grade.

I'm not DUMB sir.  *Sitting* with me you may find the "conversation" above and
beyond what -you- might expect it to be.  The keyboard is no longer my "old
freind" as it used to be.  I'm skipping like a schollgirl on the keys, and find
it difficult at times actually lately, and I've been keyboarding since "typing"
class in IS 145 in Queens, NY (before home coputers were even out yet... type
(ASCII later :) art and all.  (getting the keys right to do a typwrittwen
portrait of JFK as one, without an example, only by the teachers verbal call on
keys).

Yet it is a task now... where it wasn't only a year and a half ago.  The words
are there... the fingers aren't, but not by fault of the fingers!  Tell me to
rig the impossible though, and I still have that... I guess what I retained the
most after the injury (ya know, the one I couldn't tell my ass from) was what
makes me the money.... not to mention STILL gives me a THRILL, as my living is
what most people would consider "extreme sports"... (???) Why would somebody
PAY to do that, when you can make money off of it while having a good time?

I still feel I'm doing good for a "dead man"... sorry if I don't meet your
standards.

Phil

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