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I grew up in an abusive family. I think for a lot of kids that grow up in low social economic circumstances have a similar experience. Your parents are working their asses off, and it usually leaves them with a little bit less patience to deal with their kids and the end of the day. Another thing that doesn’t help with people of my parent’s generation is that they didn’t really have adequate resources in order to improve their parenting skills or to know how to deal with children at all....

There was once a Countryman who possessed the most wonderful Goose you can imagine, for every day when he visited the nest, the Goose had laid a beautiful, glittering, golden egg. I started working when I was 18. But unlike most people, it wasn’t going to be stocking shelves at the local supermarket. Instead, after my final exams of high school and battling with depression for a year, I decided, drunk on arrogance and self-hatred, that I could land a job at a local startup company....

Under the rhythm of the muffled feet shuffling & the creaking of the hardwood floor I walked over to the chair next to you. Bar chairs back then required me to climb, but somehow we met eye to eye once I was seated. You talked in a nice tone and wanted to tell me about yourself. You were a soul fluent in life, yet with brittle flesh. You told me all about how your life went and how it made you wind up in this bar....