...hey kids...it's storytime....

...well hay there kids...
...this is a tiny bit sorta of what i had in mind...so kids...get out the garlic...load'em up on that
them thar silver...we got some sort of critter...critter?; kids settle down...yeah you johnny...
just shut up and sit down...and here we come to the first but not last time, enabled of
technology, that i can screw around with that pesky little thing we all call narrative...so are you still with me kids?...
...you had absolutely no way of knowing...i used to write this punctuation on an underwood!...you know from the low midwestern latitudes...
...circa nineteen ten...held the barn door open...which brings to mind...
...when i happened to be only a mere sprat i did lean towards the precocious side...go figger huh?...anywho, i was basically a crook...and i do mean of a criminal venality...i didn't mellow out 'til i hit esseff when i was seventeen...that was when i began to see that i did not have what it takes to be truly"bad"...that can be tricky for a head strong drugs are cool sex don't kill you nationwide dead are ten spot a ticket adolescent...yep, it is like pops said...while he called me from waiting line for my jerry tickets...in the snow...in greenwich...at four a.m..."gee mr.brown...have you heard from wally?.."...the three "d's" will do you in...drugs drink and the dead...i had never heard that before but when i told my friends waiting in line at the show two weeks later they made it a bumpersticker!...
...i do know however what bad is...probably eighty percent of those i consider family are what i consider folks that have that ability...i ain't got it...and like i am saying when i realized that, it was a relief from my previous mindset...hey homes...they said i could have my own reality all i had to do was work at it...i took them at their word...stupid them huh?...it worked...but the time i am refering to is...
...when i was twelve i had been stealing a awful lot of bultacos and montessa's which had mom and pops worried...they never did have the requisite o's or b's...i am trying to say i was a handful, they did not know what to do...ok, let's step back for a minute because 'bout half a year before then i was sitting in the living room with pops after dinner and he was reading the paperr...i was shredding my mind on some of the no shit owsley white lightning...2500 mikes...first trip...eleven...hell that might tell you alot right there ...i looked at my father sitting across from me and was overcome with love for...so i said hey pops i love you more than anything on this planet but could you stop moving the paper like that i am tripping my brains out and that paper is melting...he was a bit taken aback by that...so one thing leads to another and life goes on and all things must pass...so it comes around christmas time and the folks have been trying to, alittle bit, but to take an interest in me...and what i would like...well at the time what i like was riding motorcycles and girls and rock and roll and smoking cigarettes and drugs...in any order, the more the merrier...i mean jeesh i was all of twelve!...but there was no way i was ever going to have a motorcycle...but i kept asking...and my family...
...kids i do want to say positively right from the start that i andi have the bestess family...you can imagine that i and i are not a piece of cake to be around...no meyer really?...and now kids i am goingto praise jah...catch a little sly and robbie and i and i will be back at ya...love you and later kids...just between us kids i did lose track of that pesky narrative so with a bit of mood augmentation...ahh...that's better...