Hey there! You want to know about me? All right, I’m going to lay a little bit on you.
I grew up in a small village in southern Ontario. (I fast-tracked my way to the front of the line to be their idiot.) It seems strange to call it a village, but they had built two churches there, so technically it is. I lived with my mom and stepfather, along with my two sisters. I was a pretty bad kid, but I was fairly well liked, and had a good heart, so I got along okay with the village elders.
I slid, for lack of a better term, through school and as soon as I was old enough to get myself expelled, I did. Wahoo, life is about to begin, right? Not a chance. I jumped from meaningless job to meaningless job faster than you can say Jack Robinson (whoever the hell he is). I should also add that I liked to “party” beyond my means. I use that word as a blanket term for any type of debauchery you can think of. That lifestyle ended shortly after I got my truck driving licence in 1998 and the mandatory drug testing began. I am now engaged to the girl I’ve been waiting for forever and her two amazing daughters, and other than my chosen career path, I’ve never been happier.
The reason I am doing this blog, is to sort of document my transition from being a trucker to whatever I end up doing next. I only know that it has to be something I love, and it has to pay the bills. I’m open to suggestion, so if there is something you think I’d be good at, let me know. I’m kind of lost here, and I can always use a guiding hand.
Peace out, bitches