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Tow the Line: Part OneDating in the modern age sucks!So much of our lives is available at the push of a button. It's very hard to get dates when a quick Google search reveals your hidden Skeletons. In a flash any prospective mate can see your Wedding photos on Facebook, or a positive review of a Herpes cream you bought on Amazon. For me, the thing that stands out is; Murder. If you'd pass me on the street you'd be surprised to learn that I took a life, yep it's true. And I spent my Teens in Jail for it. From Thirteen to Eighteen *quot;The Mossberg home for Juvenile Offenders*quot; was my home. And while those records are sealed it still says that I was imprisoned for 2nd Degree Murder for five years and released on my 18th Birthday. After I was released I became kind of a Wanderer. One of the City's unwashed masses. Alternating between living in Shelters and the Streets. While most guys my age were going to College or starting there careers I was begging for change or Day Work behind the Home Depot.During one particularly bad episode I met a woman who would change my life. Her name was Althea James. Althea was a volunteer at the soup kitchen I frequented. grandbetting giriş She told me that a mission she volunteered in has free adult education courses and that I really should apply. I took her advice and a couple years later got my GED. Finding a steady job is hard, especially with a Record. But a friendship with Althea (and a GED opens up doors). Thanks to her I got a Custodial position at Chambers University. The pay isn't great but I can sit in and audit any classes I want. Heck I probably know more than the actual students now. It sometimes shocks me that I'm the same age as the Students whose messes I clean. They seem so young to these eyes of mine, eyes that have seen so much in their limited time. I remember the day Althea told me about the job at Chambers University, she said:*quot;Not only is the pay good, you might get yourself a college honey.*quot; I was all to quick to point out that that was impossible. However it was about three months later that I met Audrey Pryce. I was emptying the trash bins in the Quad when I happened upon a bunch of students sitting beneath an Oak Tree discussing grandbetting yeni giriş *quot;A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court*quot;. As they bantered about trivial notions a voice called out to me. *quot;Hey you, trash can guy.*quot; That's when I first caught a glimpse of Audrey Pryce. She was young, possibly 18 or 19, she had short blonde hair that made her look like Tinkerbell from Disney's Peter Pan. She was wearing a purple floral dress and a matching sweater while most of her Peers were in the dirt she was on a green park bench. *quot;What do you think of the Book?*quot; she asked. I was shocked, the most conversation I've ever had with a student was *quot;Hey dude can you clean this puke*quot;, *quot;Hey pal how's about you buy some Beer*quot; or my favorite *quot;You holdin' Man?*quot; For someone to ask my opinion on anything academic, wow!*quot;Why ask him, he's a Janitor?*quot; some Deep V wearing Douche asked. *quot;Well actually Mark Twain wrote the book as a satire of the Romantic works of Sir Walter Scott. He blamed Scott for Romanticising Battle which led to the Civil War. I think there's more to it than that and personally I rather enjoyed *quot;Ivanhoe*quot;. A grandbetting güvenilirmi stunned silence fell over the group and Audrey giggled. *quot;There we have it, one vote for Sir Walter over Mark Twain.*quot;As the group disbanded I returned to my duties, fishing stinking bags of trash out of Concrete lined bins. *quot;So he reads Twain and Scott does he?*quot; Audrey asked coming up behind me. *quot;Yep as well as Welles, Conan Doyle and Verne. There was a lot of free time in the...umm....group home I lived in.*quot; *quot;Group home so you're...?*quot; *quot;It's ok, you can say it. I'm an Orphan.*quot; *quot;I had a family...once. My Dad died when I was Thirteen, never knew my Mom. I was in the home until my 18th birthday and got out when I was emancipated.*quot; *quot;Hey..um when do you get off work?*quot; she asked. *quot;Usually about 7 or 8 why?*quot; *quot;A bunch of us are going to this party, you want in?*quot; she asked.I was like a deer caught in the headlights, I had missed a lot during my five years. *quot;The Kardashians...who, what a Beiber, what about Friday?*quot; I was going to refuse, but her blue eyes, Cherub like face and modest Clevage caused *quot;yes*quot; to pass by my lips instead.As I stood outside the J Dorm, the sound of music from a Band I didn't recognise wafted into my ears. I found myself on a Metaphorical stone shore, to my left the lush green jungle and to my right a churning bubbling sea full of unseen dangers.Against my better Judgement I turned right and headed into the Dorm.*quot;I shoulda learned how to swim!*quot;