My parents were a typical working class family in the 50's with my father working at various jobs in the home heating oil industry and my mother being primarily a homemaker. I had no siblings. My mother suffered most of her adult life from severe depression which had a profound effect on me as u will later come to see.
I was educated in
the public school system in my hometown of 50,000 people in extreme Western
The reasons for this are many and varied but I can pinpoint it fairly well to my rebellious nature and free spirit, two traits which have alternately been a blessing and a curse thru out my life. I got married and went to work at the same local factory I had previously been employed by and had a sudden urge to pick up and move to Tucson, Arizona to escape the harsh winters that Massachusetts bestowed upon its residents with great regularity. However, my future ex wife was not pleased there due to homesickness and her habit of wanting to go in an entirely different direction than her spouse.
Upon my return to Massachusetts I obtained employment in a paper mill (and a divorce from my wife) where I worked formerly 23 years. During that period of time, partly from genetics (both my grandfathers were alcoholics) and partly due to the nature of paper mill life (6 day weeks, 12 hour days, the constant changing of shifts, working every weekend with one weekday off, ad infinitum) I developed a real affection for alcohol. Never getting re-married and wishing to remain childless allowed me to indulge with fervor and success till I found myself in a seemingly endless stream of detoxes and rehabs.
During this period of my life I also developed a severe depression resulting in several suicide attempts and resultant stays in mental institutions. The deaths of both my parents during this period only exacerbated my problems. I quickly spiraled further downward and lost both my job and my home in rapid succession. With what little money I had left I decided to move back to Tucson where the winters are gentle and the people are more friendly than the citizens of Massachusetts. I obtained an apartment and quickly lost it due to my inability to find employment at a living wage and my recurring alcohol usage.
So here I am - living
on the streets of Tucson, with no family to speak of (save one cousin back
In any event, for better or worse, this is my present state of affairs. This journal is just my way of keeping track of things that are happening in my life at the present time and I will endeavor to keep it as current as time permits. I hope u like it.
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