My first folk festival, I was invited to buy my friends Ana and Nils! it was a folk festival that I was going to that being said it was very interesting to see the different vendors and stuff. I want there without any else we ended up going there the last week of August if I remember correctly, 2002 I was very interesting indeed see the different stuff I was always drawn to for some odd reason the tattoo stand there was one place that I was always going to. The other thing was that I kept going to place that had a shimmering bead or miracle bead rings, which were very interesting to be honest with you. I don't know which one was my favorite. I also want played with him other children that were around there, as well as with my friends, made some friends, but never saw them again as it was constantly the time before Facebook and I couldn't get the email or anything I was not computer literate at the time so that my space was out of the question as well as anything else for that matter, but I still remember that folk fest very well. I don't know how many, tattoos I got I had enough to do for a lifetime and it was very interesting. The music was going to that was my gateway to what I would consider is acoustic punk, also known as folk punk being said I've been very interested and wanting to learn the guitar sense, and but my mother would always come down on me like a hammer about the damn thing at the time because it would be too much investment and the time was finicky on my interest and was not going to do anything but just probably give up on it later on or if something bad happened so I gave up on the idea of the guitars since I was at her house while it was my childhood home but really when I decided to move out and my brother John gave me a guitar. I remember that one correctly that's what kickstart everything!
I like folk music from time to time is very good for me and I enjoy listening to. It brings me back to that festival. I can remember it as if it just happened today or a few minutes ago and I remember when my father saw me with a whole bunch of Hannah tattoos he had a scrub me down to get the access off that being said that was not very pleasant, but the after effects were pretty good and that was pretty interesting was the consequence of the tattoos they look like they were real, but they didn't have to feel like they were real and stuff like that I remember also that day I have going to bed and I had to go to the bathroom and this is just before school I saw the neighbourhood weirdo bouncing ball. She was about my 13 and she was still bouncing a goddamn ball that being said I found her very unlikely to be a friend. I was going to go to bed anyways so fuck it on that and so I didn't care and I never saw that girl again. I have seen her in the past that she was real finicky, which was constantly threatening to eat me or eat my arm off trigger warning sorry!
Being said, she was very nice. She was dark triad! Which of the three trades manipulation, narcissism, and psychopathic which is exactly what this weird girl had in my opinion I don't know how many times whenever I saw her to go get some fucking therapy. I wasn't trying to bully her. I was just saying if she's gonna be my friend she has to be saying to be around me and safe enough for me to be around her in the first place that was all I wasn't trying to mark her or I knew she was a psychopath. I can feel it in her aura was just basically it she must've had a black horror as I can tell. I did not have my glasses on whenever I saw her. She could've been ugly sorry about that but anyways, I knew she was of the dark triad traits and she was really strange odd bird and she had many brothers and sister. Most of them had died on her suspicious circumstance on my fucking street. That being said I don't know how many times a freaking police having called over to call a kid into the morgue or haul a kid into a group home being said that was basically that!-T.M.
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Fevertree: my life stories (shortstories)| book 2| complete ✔️
Historia Corta69 different memories of wisdom , humor , and emotion told by T.M. Tarantino! From my childhood All the way to today these are my memories and my stories! Enjoy! Final word count: 71646 words