It was a bad time for me. I had saved up enough for the 1st semester tuition is a nationally recognized small engine repair institution. Was going to get my life together and become the man I knew I could be. But then she sold the guitar, and along with it, my prospects for a better life.
It had taken me 6 months to gather all of that money, and I was devastated. I started drinking again and hit bottom in the seedy part of Dallas. They said they found me in a gutter muttering "Hook 'em Horns".
I was never the same after after that, my wife left me and my children despised me. Alcohol remained my only true friend, I thought from time to time about cleaning up my life as maybe a satellite installer or insurance salesman, but every time I started to lift myself up, the memory of how losing my money on that fateful day would surface and I would shrug and say "It just doesn't matter".
Eventually I hit new lows, and became convinced that there was no right or wrong n the universe, and that my fellow man was only out to take what he could from me and leave me alone and rejected.
Today, I am just one of many countless souls, lost and alone, frequenting the HCAG forum, along with all of my lost forlorn brethren.
Hello, My name is Totamus, and my life was stolen in the wink of an eye, somewhere deep in the pit of Texas.