My troubled childhood

[Saul Good]

I grew up in the northeast in a single parent home in kind of a rough area. There wasn't a lot to do there, so I spent a lot of time playing basketball and hanging out with a bad crowd. Inevitably, things got violent, and there was one particularly frightening incident that made It clear that I had to find a better situation for myself.

Fortunately, I had some family out west who was willing to take me in and provide a more stable environment throughout my high school years. They helped me find opportunities that would not have otherwise been available to me and turned me into the man I am today.

Share your story if you feel like you know me.

[Fish]

I sometimes ate dog food as a child. Not because I had to, but because Bow Wow Dog Chow was pretty tasty shit.

[RealSNR]

Originally Posted by Saul Good

I grew up in a multi-racial household, and this created an ongoing struggle for me in my teen years. I had a good friend, or at least I thought he was, who tried to get me to only associate with blacks. This caused some strain between myself and the people in my life who were like family to me.

Being a good looking kid opened up doors but also made me the target of predators on more than one occasion. I made a trip to New York City and was nearly forced into prostitution. Another time, I was supposed to be in a newspaper ad, but the photographer was into child photography.

I turned out okay and wound up pursuing my passion for theater out east.

[Saul Good]

Originally Posted by KC Fish

I sometimes ate dog food as a child. Not because I had to, but because Bow Wow Dog Chow was pretty tasty shit.

Shaggy? Is that you?

[Saulbadguy]

Originally Posted by KC Fish

I sometimes ate dog food as a child. Not because I had to, but because Bow Wow Dog Chow was pretty tasty shit.

...and when there was no meat, we ate fowl and when there was no fowl, we ate crawdad and when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.

[Rain Man]

My older brother just disappeared one night. The last we saw of him, he was walking upstairs, and then he was gone. I always suspected the hoodlum who rented the apartment over our garage.

[RealSNR]

I can remember my first job. It was this gig exploring uncharted parts of the galaxy in a spaceship. It didn't really have a concrete goal other than to discover foreign planets, search for new species of aliens, and to do it all courageously in the face of the harrowing fact that we were kind of flying by the seat of our pants. I mean, we were the first ones to do these things, after all.

[Saul Good]

This is bullshit. You can't go unless you know who the poster is. If you don't know, ask some prying questions.

[vailpass]

My older brother was my idol. He died when I was just a little boy. My parents never got over it so I sought solace in my friends. My best buddy was chris. He was the ost even though his big brother hung out with the hoodlums in town. We'd get malts at the drug store, blow off firecrackers in back alleys, and listen to music on the transistor in our clubhouse.
Everything was great until we found the dead body.

[RealSNR]

Originally Posted by Rain Man

My older brother just disappeared one night. The last we saw of him, he was walking upstairs, and then he was gone. I always suspected the hoodlum who rented the apartment over our garage.

Richie Cunningham.

Happy, Saul?

[Hammock Parties]

I grew up with my aunt and uncle in a desert. They were burned alive.

[Rain Man]

Originally Posted by Saul Good

This is bullshit. You can't go unless you know who the poster is. If you don't know, ask some prying questions.

Wait a minute. This is a game? I thought we were just sharing stories.

[vailpass]

Originally Posted by Saul Good

This is bullshit. You can't go unless you know who the poster is. If you don't know, ask some prying questions.

As a young man I had a kitty that I loved very much. When that kitty got bigger he gave me magic shoes and I WAS RUNNING!
When he died I gave him propellers now HE IS FLYING!

[RealSNR]

Originally Posted by Rain Man

Wait a minute. This is a game? I thought we were just sharing stories.

You can only share your story unless you feel like you know him. Apparently.

[Mr. Plow]

Originally Posted by vailpass

My older brother was my idol. He died when I was just a little boy. My parents never got over it so I sought solace in my friends. My best buddy was chris. He was the ost even though his big brother hung out with the hoodlums in town. We'd get malts at the drug store, blow off firecrackers in back alleys, and listen to music on the transistor in our clubhouse.
Everything was great until we found the dead body.

I've been waiting for this one.

[vailpass]

Originally Posted by Mr. Plow

I've been waiting for this one.

Sic balls chopper.