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About me? Well, where to begin. I was born in a log cabin in ought five. It was the worst snow storm in an age and my mother was on the verge of death. We had only the one room in the cabin so my six brothers and four sisters were witnesses to my birth. The doctor, an old fellow that had up until that time only birthed horses and pigs, staggered in from the cold. He still had wiskey on his breath. The pungent smell of liquor and pig swill filled the air. He called for hot water and clean linens and brought me into the world in a drunken stupor. I guess he dropped me three times before finally getting me to the hand built bassenett that grandpaw had made out of an old hickory stump. I grew up stong and handsome, other than the limp in my left leg, the hunch of my back, the indentation on my forhead, and oh yeah, the crossed eyes. I also developed a bit of a drooling problem. But other than that, I was a strapping young lad. We lived just outside of Bullsnot, Mississippi, where I attended school. I was at the top of my class for many years. There wasn't one kid taller than me, if i could ever get myself to stand up straight. My first real job was as a monback down at the trucking yards. I stood behind the big trucks and said "MON BACK". It was a job I was good at too. In all those hours, all 5 of them, I only crashed three trucks. I really wanted to work in the financial district though. I ended up getting a job as a teller at the bank. I would mop the floors and tell people to move over. But my next job, that was the job for me. I had over 400 people under me. I mowed the lawn down at the cemetary. But in the end, I found my true calling was working with the new cell phones. I have installed over a thousand phones in the cells down at the jail now. Its a good job and i meet some real interesting people. I guess you could say I am a bit of a romeo. I have found myself being rousted from a good night sleep many a time by some woman banging on the door of my bed room. Of course I have to get up and let her out. I dated this one girl for a while that looked a lot like Shania Twain, only she was shorter and looked different in the face. And she was a red head. No hair, just a red head. I am a fun loving guy and i try not to take life to seriously. To know me is to be truley brave. If we are friends, we probably always will be.