I’m not into talking about myself, that’s weak arse shit. I give the stats like you always do, I’m 45, male, tall, shinny, bald. I tell you about my life and that’s who am. Same as any other human that ever walked the planet. I am what i am, I’m healthy, never been sick much, i seem to even heal fast, eat what i like and dont get fat, no allegies, no infections ever, i’m unfit and never had good fitness, but the 2 2 1/2 years i done nothing and that needs to be addressed. Work had keeped me fit enough till then despite the fags always being there on a low to mid range. I used to drink a fair bit when i was young and slowly reduced and havent had a drink in 2 years now. I look forward to that, had a gambling habit that ended 15 yrs ago, Did drugs on a party level when young, but never had issues. Normal, lucky arse bloke, and i guess, thank you. Very much.. No random or swap life opportunities from this bloke.. That’s the last place i ever been. If you don’t make it from what i had gifted to me you would have to basically just try to fail, far a long time with force to go over the people trying to guide you.
My Dad, what can i say, he is a great man, good bloke, never seen him do wrong, funny guy. He is so nice it ouzzes out of him there is so much of it and you see it when no one is watching even. He is his own man, he does things his own way, all man, no women. He had me, went to england with his wife of 6 months who was backpacking as she wanted to go home with post natal depression. He got a job picked up 35 parking tickets and tried his best until he had to take me back to Australia to his mum, my Nan could help as my mum was fucked and there was no medication or understanding yet.
He married again to my step mum, who had 2 girls and a boy already from 2 marriages and they bought a nice house in a dead end street in a nice area all before my first moment i can ever recall. I always knew she was my step mum, i always called her mum, my older brother and sister always called him John, my sister 6 months younger than me always called him Dad. She tried John as an adult but went back to Dad without knowing it. They had a child my little brother and till i was 18 we were and all i ever known is a family of 7.
He was a tradie, so monday to friday he was gone when we woke and back early afternoon around the time school finished. He was around other than that, doing his thing and was just there never wasn’t, like magic when needed. Mum ran the house and was given complete control and full support and all resourses she needed to do that job. Dad was a passanger, he knew his role, he never needed help with it and never fucked it up. There was only one thing i can see he ever had a real problem with and would step in, and that was if you on about shit or even thinking about messing with someone else then you were in the wrong fucking life was where he was at for a given.
That shit just wasnt much a problem, as we went like that to so besides the times when it did come up, yes i remember tham well as there the times i remember my dad as he was just to stealth otherwise. We all take after him, we all think the same of him, but he had it all under control so he could do his thing and that was to do what ever he was doing. It wasn’t sitting down or getting flustered, nagging or that, he was in the garage at the front building, or in the yard with the dog, doing stuff with us. He was stealthest dad ever.
He was a softy, a big softy, full beard to cover the ackney he had as a boy and hair that went back from day one and its still the same, now silver. Was never long, the beard was never manicured or even thought of. He must of had some routine to keep it with in this small range, but i cant see how he even would of known what he looked like, no way he was at the barbers on the sneak or you see a difference, but he had a way of pulling off the perfect mand beard and hair somehow. He always had it, and every other person ive ave seen has a beard and hair cut that look gay, compared to my dads. You see the clear cuts to peoples beard or something in the hair, a style or attempt at something that draws notice or stuble, too short or too long, something where attempt was made for beauty, where dad had the pefect beard for a real purpose colour the lot. We all think he was just the best dad and nicest bloke and good looking if you that way.
I haven’t got the color or the hair to even look like that, i tried the beard and it aint even a beard to what i know and it always been from a 30 yr old and from pics, he was 23 and rolling with a full man look that never changed, Hairy chest, hair kicking about on the back but not alot and hair all over , The arse balls and that region we dont know and never wondered as he didnt show us. Yep, cant say i know how big the old fella’s old fella is and i ‘m good. He did letnit be known that he could take a piss in our toilet from the hall way though a few times. Afew times he would say, what about this, and he be in the hall way and you could hear it hitting the toilet water from a good two meters away, and when i had kids i done it in the public toilets and they were impressed from a meter. Impressed but they wont have the 2.5 meter as we measured it noise that he nailed it memory of Dad standing there twice. He might of cleaned it up who know’s, we just know about how he nailed it and i tried and i t is impossible for me.
Dad was at feeding the dog with all the noises and one more was at ten times, the dog loved us and worshipped Dad, he riding the wave ski and she be trying to go out in the waves and keep getting washed back in and dogs dont have that long eye sight as she be just looking out to see and would be just focused on who ever till she realise the wrong person, and she just go back to spot and hope, best dog ever this little dog, bit fat from dad not being able to stop giving his own dinner to her. Our dog wouldn’t even take food from us, cause she wanted the bloody noise with it. There was no front or back security and she was free to roam. She would some times walk to school and just go back home when near, It was before the days of picking up poop, and she never pooped in our yard once. Up the street 4 or more houses for a poop and nieghbours never said a word. I assumed Dad had something to do with it, but it seemed like the dog knew the go.
Fox terrier cross, same size as a basket ball she could keep on the end of her nose and we were good coccer player when little from playing fair dinkum soccer with the dog, She hd the ball on her nose at top speed and she had it most of the time, Never touched the soccer ball, or chased anything. She got in the bird cage twice and ate a parrot, i do not now how or why, but there where feather and it was her, cause she was acting like she done it, and we dint know about the dead bird. We were at, shit the dog has done something she is reretting doing, what has she done. What ever the punishment, it worked, she was never hit though, i can guarantee that. She got hit buy a car in 1980, and wewere all there with her where she lay in pain waiting for dad to sort things out and he said it’s $750 to put her down and we can’t afford it and we have to really want to keep her and go with out for a while and we felt like we saved that dogs life. It was me and my sister that keep the dog alive, The dog came back shaven and shaking and layed there for ever it felt, but the fur grew back and recovery must of happened as she made it to being too old to go on, and then another dog, big and just the best dog ever again who did the full term, top dog, fat again from dad, and could chase and catch a ball until exhausted, and find it always to give another effort and till the day she died never gave anything but committement to that ball possible a million times
That ball go over the fence and you thought end of game and go back inside, she just sit where it went over till you went and got it. You could only ignore her for so long and she never budged, you just get it in the end or you just got a dog sitting there waiting in the same position, not lying down, sitting up showing how good she can sit and still as they had no tricks or stuff they got taught, there was no walking the dog, the dogs were part of the family. Put a lead on her and she think your up to something, there was no lead, no fence, no lost dogs, no tricks they could do, They wouldnt come in the house until it was dark. They would stand at the door and be there for that moment when dad decieded it was dark. That was the minute it was dark, never before, never wait 2 minutes and it was straight on the mat. We had happy dogs, it seemed like they weren’t trained and just knew the go, but when there in love with there owner so much, there at what can i do to impress. She show how good she go on the mat with out being told and be looking aound to show that is how you come in and go straight to the mat and im here ready to be pat and cuddled. Use me as a pillow, i wont move, she never sat on her mat while we ignored her, That was never a thought
We always going down the coast in the summer, and jesus christ the dog went into panic mode, and you hadnt even started packing the car. She knew everytime, you try and hide it and she was at 100%, and we end up driving off and she on the edge of the road, and she go next door where the nieghbours would give her food once a day and it was no trouble and she eat it and go back to our home. And was there when we come back, happiest moment of her life everytime. Mzn this dog was mobed we had missed her, and never thought about it, but it would of been tough, but you didnt see it, and it only effect her when you packing
But in our eyes, he did nothing, bought us nothing, what did we want. If we wanted something we had pocket money and we save up and buy it. There was no thought of asking dad for anything or mum, You were at how long you save for. If it was thirty weeks you get it done. I never wanted anything, i would save every cent for the easter show and cracker night from pocket money. But looking back, we had the magic tranpoline present every year, the top bogey board present before anyone else that was a mistake but justified with amount of use over time, when computer came out everyone had tape player games and we had the disk drive commodore 128 while the rest had commodore 64, He coached the soccer team, boys and girls basketball team and the coach of the Illawarra, we were all self taught swimmers in our eyes, none of us have ever the thought of being treated different, the steps will go in a fight for that, at for certain, he did not treat me or brother better. Older sister had a horse, she really wanted it and got it.
He was there at the squillion family things, no winging, about nothing, i remember fighting for a while as NBA basketball was on at midnight on fridays, and he allowed that over mum and she wasnt happy and i could see it, and at the time, it felt like it was interupting her wine session and sitting on the lounge eating tim tams, doing facials, reading New ideas and womens weeklys and she always saying that was her treat and banging on us if we complaining.. She would say, yeah, im the big bad step mother always picking on you, and she be defending her tim tams and weekly magazines with her life against us kids but at the time, we thought she was getting the free ride, even watching these mid day shows, young and the resless, days of out or live and the bold and the beautiful as there half hour left when we come home from school, was like she had it easy and we come home and watch that half hour and read her mags and think she only ironing so it dont look like she doing nothing when she really just watching TV.
My reationship with mum was something that seemed just normal, i knew she treated me different, i never got to if it was worse. She never actually did anything different. I can only say she was a good mum, the blood love was not there as a feel, i had an overload from nan and pop who i was with around half of the time, but no matter what stage of my life i never at any thing other than good mum. Nan was always there fir the bad mum storey, she give me extra, mum wasnt happy, i thought mum was light on the food, and we clashed, evil eyes from her, my grades were high and she backed the other kids on there higher effort and as a kid it was so obvious, but it my whole childhood, and upto looking back, i aint ever been at nothing but good mum and i always been at mum is the fucking one, fuck the rest, and how i get that ideal when i had only one fucking mum and it with no doubt. She was a good mumand that all i fucking seen that how, The rest was the doubt.
I went into the tank and i bought up everything my mind has stored and it all went her fricken way, and the bits that didnt hurt me anyway, and all the maybes all the all most positives all went to her and i was left with a childhood were my worst three things were 1) as a three year old nearly 4 innocent kiss on my sister 7 yr old boob, meant nothing, never even felt anything and looked or thought of my sister anything but a good sister, but it was there, it was always there 2) she was tucking my shirt in as a six year old and it was a slight ruffin up, her nail dug in, just opened me up and that nothing to do with it, i felt the ruffing, and when that the worst, you remeber it, the excuses and all that make it nothing to me and its nothing but im down to nothing to choose from, but i felt it and not in my mind as to me it was not anything, it only 2nd on my emotions i felt at the time, and it no 2, no doubt, and 3) is slight feel but i think wrong and always did, when she found a cup of piss in me and my brothers room and she asked my brother and he said it was mine and she confronted me with drink this in my room and i said what is it. Vinegar and just seemed to go away, but i not thinking ever for a minute if she at fair dinkim she cant work that one out or go about it like that, she looking to see my reaction was ignoring little brother, who we all knew was getting the easy run and we were all knowing she not even tryig to be real with him and you know when family are telling the truth, like even as kids, you know who is who, unless you just refuse to look and its a certainty. The rest even the couple of bare bum smacks, are zero, if you deserve em, they no problemwith in the range any way i had
Dad, squeaky all the way from 5, and mum as well and didn’t have a negative to this day about the man she left when i was 18 and gone, He was just too nice and a man for her, and that is why. I met my real mum, same last name as dad still and she never married or had a boyfriend again and said Dad was the best person she ever met and never made contact cause he done his best and she couldn’t interupt his new life. When she died her side of the family had one message, and that was how good a woman she was and fought hard through the pain of losing me after the post natal was gone and she did a lot of study and got a few degrees and was the kindest and smartest woman but they knew the battle she had and never said it and was a tough life. What i seen and from the rest of the family is my bald head her brothers and sisters do seem like the best nicest people, and there kids to who are my age with lovely familys, good looking teen kids, from top draw model looking mums, man, i dont know em but you not have hotter cousins than me
Dad went off once, and it was when me older brother stuck up fpr me over mum, and it touched his only problem area and my brother was a man and i think a black belt and you aint got time to muster up the courage to use that shit and it was a short spell of anger and Dad was at give it your best boy cause it will not do a thing and drove him into a corner and he was covering up and Dad showed no psychical aggression and we were jumping around with the excitement at seeing Dad just destroy me brother and he never claimed to be the man, we always knew and we had the proof, Nothing every went wrong, it never felt like he was a pussy, it felt strong all the way, but when you seen how it goes in real life and the biggest softy dad man is comig after you if you got a gun pointed at him and you better pull quick or what ever he got he is backing over what you got.
Dad and his stick it
Strong all the way from my dad as a child, mentally he never let down the family, he built shit, he did stuff, he show only kindness, strength, protection, avilability, encouragemnet, no smoking, drinking, gambling, filled our heads with nothing but the best of watching him. I never much rang or the last person i call when in trouble, I heard he is fucked now and i kind of new it would end up that way as he went for some woman who seemed lovely with a few issues, like depression and yappy nagging tiny mum who’s kids had just gone, Obsessive compulsive would be her disorder and a full bang on about herself and her way with a constant open repititive go at dad for shit that dont mean a thing and everyone liked her and drove a man to nice to stop helping her with her filth and he loose it and twice send him up to his sisters, where he get well and he come back to help her and she drive him back to the last i heard mental hospital.
I havent heard from him, i assumed he cut me off when my partner or mother of boys asked if he be present, in case i got angry when i visit the kids. That the best thing i seen a man do, He was conned again, this time by the very best, buti can live with that as a dad, i bar the cunt to if he belt or even drain the life out of a woman and there would be no Dad as reference, i would be no Dad. Obviously it aint a thing and you cant imagine it even, but this fucking my dad a cunt, but his my Dad so i love him to me is just not even close to my thinking, I’m at well i’m a Dad, and he aint one of us, he is a piece of shit, not dad, he is your piece of shit Dad if you need to through in a dad for refence and toatleast reflect the person or what evr his disorder he is that. For me, he nothing and why your fucked up to..
Heaps of people have good dads, and it be a draw at the top, with a faultless stong display of manenship and these blokes are the men of the world, everyone of them are gold and they are all i ever want to be, nobodies who get no nothing and there families dont even know how good they are. Blokes doing there thing, and i dont seem to see as many coming through the ranks, the beards look like something on a face trying to say something, like this proves im a man, cause i got a beard like others, and most dudes i know are good dudes with beard, but i just see the beard, you dont see the beardwith Dad..
Pop different, With Pop, i got the best Pop and he does go ahead of the top, And i will back him, and win, you dont beat my Pop, he did raise my Dad, there nothing alike. I spent more time with Pop that Dad, so i see both as equal infleuce, but Pop, he come from the shit and rose, He came from a different era, he not like me or Dad who had a perfect up bringing, he had the shit, ended it and then fucking went perfect from beginning to the very last day.
Man, this is where i ‘m at with my Pop, he taught me to play golf when 12 and i was at the golfy a lot till 19 and he drank with a mob a blokes in a section of the bar every day, he was there 3.30 till around 5.15for 20 straight when i got there and every one of them on numerous accasions had to tell me how good a bloke he was, It was common and it was nothing, In my head, i was like, dude, i know, he is my Pop but i didnt think all this best bloke ever, all i thought was Pop, no best bloke, when they say it, it felt like i didnt have a problem or doubt with there opininion, i never gave it the thought, and i bail as they want to go on and i knew all there shit, They wered thinking, cause he dont go on about shit that i might not be aware, but i get the action Pop, there getting the Man having a well deserved beer at the end of the day, they aint even seen the man.
It was a set sort of crew, even young blokes to retired, but they were the crew, you in this crew or your not, you dont ask, you just are and you dont hang if your not, its just the way. You have you sections and there no problems and everyone getting along, it would just work, There were even arseholes that would sit by emselves, and they part of the seen, and you hear people shouting out and there in the conversations but you just found your place and you knew where people were. It never happened as Pop didn’t miss a day, but a regular missing a day, and word would go out to find out what the fuck is going on.
I didnt think it was wrong even to drink Beer, i thought it was the more you drank the better you were. I hit 18 and finished school and now i could start pounding the schooners, after a hard day of fuckall was the bit where i differed, I would hang with the crew, but not while Pop there as i hadnt earnt those strips, i was a proud kid or what ever, but Pop never got down on me or that, but he new me properly, not just me or what im about. I wouldnt of thought i could, i cauld stang it with the big boys, and me best mate, also was more at the leader ship role, I could do 20 but was a good night, 12 may 15 was fine, 5 or 6 and more like nothing but some blokes where doing 20 and working jobs and they looked fit, smoke the golf ball, never rough funny as fuck every time didnt have the family life, and stories of being roasted but not from them, was just the word, dogy barstards were accuretly known and referred and accepted, they just fucking leave it when they drinking and no cunt would be even worried of them trying it on, Blokes who were not trusted were cool, but dont trust em, dont go hanging with the blokes that go mad on the piss and shovel the fuckers out before they do something and then they cant drink at the golfy, You could cheat and blokes call you a cheating barstard, and it was there hello, It was a fully informed place, from top to bottom and no troubles. A bloke half cripled was the bar man, a stickler and he was in on every part of the conversations as well, moving word around and making sure the beers were flowing and as it slowed he work and be sinking and his shift was over. That shit is not a thing now, and drink driving killed that quick, but i only seen the drink bring out the best in blokes, None of this drink was the cause.