Condensed Life Story
I really don’t want to write this story, but my friend Taryn The Dragon wrote her’s so, I figured if she could open up and bleed then so could I.
I was born in 1958 in a town in Michigan called Ann arbor Michigan, although I tell folks in Tennessee where I live that I was born and lived in Detroit Michigan, because everyone knows where Detroit is.
I had an ok childhood it was a bit trumatic by a kid’s standards, but nothing out of the ordinary.
My Dad was born in 1900 and he was a naturalized American from Canada. My Mom was born in 1920, and of course born in the U.S.A.
Fast forward to near the end of my pre-teen years. I’m 12 years old, and I’m still being bullied because I’m obese. Me and my family go to Church a lot, we read the Holy Bible every night before I go to bed, my dad loves his whiskey and drinks almost constantly. One night I refuse to read the Bible, and for a change I stand my ground. I start to whine about it and all of a sudden I feel a very hard and loud thump in the top of my head, and then on my shoulder, he just hit me with HIS Holy Bible. This became one of the deciding factors in why I disliked Church and the beginning of why I HATED him. We’d go to Church every Sunday morning and after the opening service I was to go off to a room in the adjoining part of the Church to a youth group. The youth group consisted of some kids whose parents were well known in the Church as well as the community. The Pastor’s daughter and the choir directors son were the stupid focal point of the group, they were always holding hands and playing kissy face with each other. I was really bored watching them be in love so I’d go on small adventures around the 4 city long blocks near the Church. I had a watch on and I’d always make it back to the front doors before the end of service so that my parents wouldn’t scold me.
At home I’d gotten tired of being kicked around by my so-called friends and I wondered what it would be like to hang out and become part of the small gang of older kids in my neighborhood because at least they seemed like a gang to like me.
I’m going to use fictitious names for the folks in the rest of this story, so as not to embarrass anyone who I grew up with. I sure hope this goes well.
One night in December 1974, Flip pulls up in front of my house and says “Hey Gordie, wanna go to a concert with me?” I answered “really? are you shitting me?” He shouted “Hell no”. I told him to hold on, that I would have to ask my dad. He shouted “I’ll be back in 20 minutes” and he sped off down the street. I walk back into the house and find my dad and I ask him if I can go with Flip to the concert. He asks me where it is? and I tell him that it’s at Cobo Hall in downtown Detroit,MI. Dad asks when it starts and I tell him at 8pm, then he asks when it ends and I say that I’m not sure. Dad give me this stern look and says NO! I say in a faint voice why not? Then he tells me I’ll be gone to late, past 11pm and that is just too late for me to be out at night. I get all bummed out, then I start to get pissed off, and I tell him “I’m going weather you like it or not, I’ll be home late”. So I get my jacket and head for the door, right as I begin to open the door he grabs me by the arm and punches me in the gut and then in my face, and he tells me” Dammit Gordon, if you walk out that door don’t expect to be able to get back in after 11pm”. That didn’t go well at all.