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I was 12 years old and my Uncle gave me his newspaper route. This route was in The South Bronx and it wasn't that many customers either. The newspaper back then was 30¢ for the Sunday edition. I didn't do Saturday or any of the weekdays, just Sunday. ...and I always turned a profit too. I have up delivering papers, don't know or I can't remember why. But my next job was working across the street from where I lived in a grocery store, just watching the vegetables outside, making sure no was stealing them. I learned to use a scale. Next job 2as at 14 years of age, Summer Youth Program. I worked for The Depar5 if Relocation. The South Bronx was burning..many people burned out of their apartments. My job was to access if they warrant moving into this hotel located in The Grand Concourse.  Next job was The Army. Oh Boy!! 5 years a and couple of months. Got out and worked for This deli supermarket in my neighborhood. The. I worked for New York State Department of Mental Healt...

At some point, we all know when things are starting to get out of hand and out of control. I do not consider myself an expert on women. In fact, when I have to 'deal' with them, which is on a daily basis.. I just play it by ear. To me it's much easier. One of my friends.. lately I've been getting so damn angry with her. It's not a out something she did, it's something that she claims she wants to do, but hasn't yet. True, there's a lot of bullshit going on in her life, but that's besides the point.One of her girlfriends said right in front of me.. ' well if you're not gonna duck him, let me.'Dislike saying this, but there wasn't a damn thing attractive about her. I accomplished two major things that I said I would. One, it's all a waiting game now. The other, paperwork is all done, so now another waiting game. Last night I think I remembered where I left my coffee cup at, but it wasn't there. I will say this... That first cup....