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robinrohan
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Message 2 of 75 (222501)
07-08-2005 12:28 AM
Reply to: Message 1 by jar
07-07-2005 11:59 PM


My recollections
I grew up in a small town in Texas. My father was a drunk. My mother was a paranoid schizophrenic, whom I, at the age of 18, committed to an asylum.
My father died of lung cancer at the age of 56. I was 18 at the time. I was in college, but he conveniently passed away during summer vacation.
I went back to college in the fall, and my mother kept calling me up, telling me that she was all alone and I needed to come and see her. I did.
Later my brother, who was in Vietnam, decided to support her by sending her a check every month. He did that. My mom moved from the big city out to a smaller town, but she got picked up by the police.
Questioning her, the police found out she was crazy. I came to see her and committed her.
Then I went back to college. Later she got out of the state institution. I went to see her with one of my college friends.
After that, I never saw her again. She disappeared.
This message has been edited by robinrohan, 07-07-2005 11:29 PM

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robinrohan
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Message 3 of 75 (222507)
07-08-2005 1:14 AM
Reply to: Message 2 by robinrohan
07-08-2005 12:28 AM


My father
It occurs to me that I am doing damage to my father by calling him a "drunk."
Indeed he was, but he was an intelligent drunk.
He was a poet himself, and used to quote to me many fine lines from literature. HIs favorites were of course the more depressing passages from Shakespeare:
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, Out! Brief candle!
Life is but a walking shadow,
A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
One of his favorites.
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robinrohan
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Message 5 of 75 (222584)
07-08-2005 12:43 PM
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07-08-2005 11:36 AM


Re: childhood stuff
I think it was these influences that made me believe that women are pretty boring and men are much more fun and interesting.
Quite a generalization.

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