My Life
Old Fiat
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Existence twenty-one: Nanjiro
Hello. My brat is making me do this. Eh, he may be a brat, but he's my brat.
Em, right-o. As you probably know from my brat, I am a monk/ex-pro tennis guy. No, I don't mean to be this pervy and I wish people would stop saying that, the only reason I read those girly magazines is because the photography is well done. (heh, heh, they'll never know I'm lying!)
I decided to go to the USA 'cause I was SO F---IN' SICK OF JAPAN and Ryoma had already been born (he was such a shrimp) and so we went and stayed a while.
Once when Ryoma was three we had a shot at a second baby, but it was born far too early, got sick and died. It was so sad; I had a serious case of depression for a while because my wife was really sick as well. I had almost been able to completely quit smoking and started again that week. I remember because we had started a garden and I kept chewing off the ends of my cigs while digging. Ryoma kept asking me what the big deal was. It was just a baby that we had only known a few days. Finally, I was so sick of being asked I ended up screaming at him.
Anyways, we ended up moving back because my mom had gone senile and my older brother couldn't stand taking take of her, Mamoru is a kind of On-The-Edge guy. He has a weird obsession that everything must be perfect or he's done something wrong. Also he and mom never really got-on so… ya…
My childhood was a whole lot weirder than most people I know. My mom (when she was normal) was an artist, me and Mamoru came from… different boyfriends and the only way I got to play tennis was through the school, Yeah, I started in fourth grade and got real good, real fast.
That's… it basically. Thanks for reading these… 333 words! Waoh!
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'Allo love. This is Old Fiat. I hope some of you are taking part in the competition.
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-Old Fiat s. Italy
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