Let's skip kindergarten and check out elementary school.
Creepy place huh? And big! So big it doesn't even fit in the picture. Very catholic too. Sometimes they made us tell this priest all kinds of crap, how do you call it? Confessions, that's it. Of course, I was a good boy with nothing to confess. Sure, a few years later this would be the first school I got kicked out of. For something I said to the teacher. I blame the hormones! I didn't liked this place at all. It was creepy and smelled funny. The only good part about this one, was that it was located right across from some movie theatres.
After school activities took place at the movies, videostores or in my backyard. Sometimes, when those three would come together and I re-enacted a scene from a movie which resulted in something on fire, my father would wait till it was dark, put me in the car and drive me over to this place:
What's the deal with that old little house? Well...back when I was a kid, this place was known for some weird shit! Living here were two brothers and a old lady. They would fuck sheep and if you called their names they would come after you! One of the brothers was a crazy farmer. He grabbed my pal's penis once in a old factory one time when my pal was out there with his girlfriend. The other of the two brothers was a notorious pervert, specialized in jerking off in front of the window when schoolkids would pass by. There were lots of horror stories going around back then. They're all dead now, but imagine my fear when my father would pull up behind the house and threatened to leave me there if I'd set the backyard ablaze one more time! I know my dad would have kicked their asses if they'd come out and start anything, cause that's how he rolls.
From one crazy family to another. This house was right across my grandparents place.
Whole family of farmers lived here. Father, mother, two sons and a daughter. All fucking nuts! I've posted about hese people before. They're the ones leaving the horse heads in front of the house after they slaughtered them just to piss everyone off. Sometimes they would mess with me and catch me with a lasso yelling 'now we've caught you'. In reality it didn't bother me, cause they were pretty nice people, but really ugly and cruel.
About 100 meters down the street was the old cemetary.
During my early teenage years I avoided this place at all cost! I just saw Michael Jackson's Thriller and it messed me up. I was sure the dead were coming to life every night and coming to get me! Shit, I even heard em at night screaming in the street and our backyard. Later on, I toughened up and me and my fellow headbanger friends woud "hang out" there.
Here's the last one. Highschool. Or atleast one of them.
I became somewhat of an instant legend here. On the first day I got caught in a wire between two poles going full speed on my BMX bike. It caught me on the biceps and chest and I couldn't move for ten days. It did look great though!
That same year, I broke my nose for the first time and my arm.
I got kicked off two years later for being me. Can you believe that? I can.
To be Continued...
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