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Former bouncer, bodyguard, pro wrestler, delivery driver, sales man (door to door vacume, magazines, books; retail, mens clothing, womens clothing, cars, lamps, video store, book store) cook, dishwasher, worked as a camera man for a porno outfit in Florida in the early 80's. Roadie for local bands in Memphis, cook on 3 archeological sites and one weather station around 50-60 miles of the North Pole. Preacher (real one). Driver for different people.

And since the statuet of limitations is passed:
Sold guns to people, sold fake drugs to smart-assed college kids (oregeno and sweet basil as pot, sweet and low mixed with some flour as cocain) who had more money then brains. Sold empty video, tv, and stereo boxes filled with bricks, sold fake gold coins to people too greedy to use common sense. Professional con man for a while. Preacher (fake one). Sold cars to people, example....I once sold a 1979 Nova to five different people.

Rented houses and apartments...example....I once rented an apartment to 9 different couples. I asked for a deposit, first and last months rent and a security deposit from each pair. Made just over $11,000.00 in one weekend. Used to get people who wanted to get in the entertainment business meetings with producers, and distributors.

Actually the way that worked was I called up, made an appointment for them and then collected about $500.00 from them for 10 minutes work. Made and sold fake id's long before home computing made it easy. Printed my own checks and passed them all over.

As a child, I was a whore. My mother and step father sold me to various people in the city of Memphis. We got a room in a cheap hotel from Friday afternoon until Sunday evening, and every half an hour or so, a man or a woman came into the room, fucked me, beat me or made me go down on them for $20 for 30 minutes. On Friday night, my job started at 6 pm and lasted until around 2 am. On Saturday I started around 9 am and stopped at around 2 am again. On Sunday, I started around 10 and stopped at 5 pm.

On Firday and Sunday, I averaged around 7 acts a day, and on Saturday around 20. Yes, a lot of them were repeat customers. I had cops. teachers, preachers, men, women, black and white. The only rule was they could not leave a permenant mark on me. This lasted from the time I turned 7 until just after my 10th birthday, when I stabbed some man who was screwing me with a knife. From the time I was 10, until I started running away from home when I was 13, I was taught how to steal, lie, and cheat anyone. I was taught that there were two types of people in the world; me and victims.

I learned how to walk into a store and see where the security devices were. How to take a roll off a moving car and not get hurt, how to fall down in a store and look hurt, but be okay, I was taught how to pass checks, counterfiet money, and trick people when getting change back from different places.

I have never killed anyone in cold blood, but my step father taught me a dozen ways to do it. Everything from the right place to stick a knife blade, to how to make explosives. I knew how to fire a pistol and a rifle by the time I was 6, and how to make a silencer before I was 8. I was taught how to hit people in the head to kill and how hard to hit to just knock them down.

I know what they were trying to train me to do, but I left before they were able to break me that way.

But even today, I feel the hatred they taught me. I feel the desire to hurt people, and to kill them. I try to not think things like this, but there are times when I really think that killing someone would be fun. And easy. And that scares me.

I deal with road rage on a daily basis. I feel like forcing people off the road who do something stupid and beating them to death. I want to wait outside business places and wait for rude sales people to come out and remove them from the planet.

But for all this, I still try to be human. To not act on these feelings. And I am scared that someday I will not be able to hold back.

I hate child molesters. With a passion. I understand why a man might look at some teenager. I mean, driving past a school and seeing these 14-15-16 year old girls in short skirts, tight shirts and jeans, and I look.

But, I can't even begin to understand why an adult would look at a little kid. Someone 6-7-8-9....that makes no sense to me. These kids aren't even developed enough to have a figure, so how can someone want to have sex with them?

Rapist's, child molesters, wife beaters, none of these cretures make sense to me. And sometimes I really want to pop my wife. She ticks me off something bad everynow and then. And while I don't think that is natural, I think it is fairly normal. I think all men, and most wives would at times like to just cold-cock their mate. But doing it and thinking about it are two different things. Most of the time, we are aware of the feeling and where it comes from. A man understands that, and goes on. A male can't or won't.

And there is a difference between men and males.

I don't do any of the illegal stuff anymore. I quit doing all of that stuff back in 1987 when I tried to kill myself. I got my self straightened out, got a job, got married, and have been happy, usually, ever since.

At this point, I am disabled. My doctor and my wife keep telling me it is my past catching up to me. I call it Karma. Anyway, I publish a small online newspaper dealing with comics, horror, science fiction, movies, video, books etc and the MAC computer.

It has been almost 14 years since I committed any sort of crime. I am quite proud of that. Today, I have people who trust me. They know I can be depended on. That means a whole lot to me. A lot more than just about anything my 'parents' ever taught me.

I am not proud of most of the things I have done in my life. But I am not ashamed of them. It was called survival. And I like to think I was useful in life. I taught a lot of people some very important lessons.

That is why I am Mr. Bad Example.

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