| I believe we could call this the Intro... |
[17 Nov 2008|10:27pm] |
My parents always said I "travel to the beat of a different drum." I guess what I should have said that it probably stemmed from the fact that my mother smoked pot with me in the womb (among other things), and my father did so many drugs in the sixties that he just shouldn't have been as fertile as he was. OR I could have said it stemmed from their weird ritualistic hippie nature, or the fact that they stuck me with a name like Asatru Tate. But I knew it was a nice way of saying that I was strange. From the very start, I was a weirdo. Thankfully my brain wasn't a pile of mush by then and I started to read at two or three. Shortly after, I started to draw, paint, and doodle when I was...I believe around the age of four. A child prodigy I guess you'd call me, so you can imagine how thrilled they were when I dropped out of school at seventeen two weeks before I was about to graduate. Nor were they thrilled with the fact that I'd eloped over the weekend with my high school sweetheart Layla; she was pregnant, we were young, stupid and in love and so we went for it.
Soon after she moved in with us (that's right in my paren'ts basement...)and I started up work at a nearby McDonald's (oooh! exciting!). I know what most people think of McDonald's and their workers but whatever, I was an honest man and this was an honest paying job to support my family. Soon I worked my way up the chain to a promotion, it didn't take much just a lot of watching other people, and reading to learn. It has nothing to do with my 'gift' to know how to read other people's emoitions, if you're in the game long enough. I wasn't good enough for management at this point and it was only maintenance but it was still an extra dollar in my pocket. I'll admit my new wife wasn't thrilled that I got a job there but she soon managed to pick up a job a few towns away in Whitefield taking care of an elderly couple at night while I'm home with our daughter. She never worked while pregnant, nor lifted a pinky. I treated her like a queen.
We lived nearby in Lancaster, New Hampshire its where we learned, lived, and grew. I didn't know much other than that place for a long time. "Live free or die" is this state's motto who knew I'd be living in "the city of witches" LOL! that's funny. Well I'm getting ahead of myself here...Things didn't start getting terrible at first. On the side to level my sanity out I would draw, and create my own little world within a comic series I started on. But that would soon just be something else for my wife to later bitch about..Within a year of working maintenance I was offered a Management position...and why not? I knew everything about that store inside and out...and I took it.
My wife was pleased about the pay rate at least (and it was so hard to please her those days) , and soon we began fighting (the only physical fighting that took place was if she made it physical. I took everything as best as I could, as it came.) and she wouldn't even bother to come home some nights. I began to feel as though it was only me and my little Valkyrie. Until the day she gave the ring back to me and told me she was taking Valkyrie out of my life forever and the only thing that we would have in common was our last names.
I remember I cried so much that night, I destroyed the ring she gave back to me of course because I have a self-destructive nature, I got drunk and burnt our old home to the ground. When the police came in the morning they arrested me and I went quietly because though I thought it was stupid, I felt no real will to live. No real will to do anything really.
I did a little bit of time, and some counseling and when I got out there was no trace of my Layla or my little girl. I wouldn't ever try to mend things with that woman because I'm sure she's much happier without me, but there isn't a night that I don't think about my Valkyrie.
So after I got out, I had enough ideas locked inside of me that they all bursted out onto pieces of blank pages. Page after page I went, day after day I went on and after two months had passed I had something put together. A friend of mine who was into publishing took me out to coffee one day and sat me down, because I'm a little stubborn and obnoxious he wanted a lot of witnesses, but after offering to get me a big break for some profit, and after a minor explosion of anger we agreed on something. Maybe you should check it out sometime at your local comic vendor, the first copy just hit stores.
_______is a nice, slow town and the place that I found looks nothing like the place I'm running from. The place that I burnt to the ground so long ago. Now at twenty seven I think I've somehow gotten a second chance, and seeing as you don't hear about that to often, I think I'll just go with the flow, even if there are things I'm still unhappy about.
The things that I do live for these days is the only two people in my life worth living for. My beautiful wife Kahlia. We met on a beautiful summer night, when I crawled like the living dead from a grave, out of my dark home. Thanks to my goofy dog Sleipnir we had an encounter, and I haven't wanted to be with anyone since. She my second wife, but she is the only one that counts in my heart. The mother of my son Odin, and a talented and beautiful, very understanding woman. Behind every good man is a strong woman....or somethin' like that right? Well how lucky am I? I've got two. A beautiful wife, and a gorgeous little girl.
ACE
asatru81
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