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| | Personal bio: | gfmusicman, was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus travelin' down hyway 61... Hold it, that was someone else.
I was born and rasied hell..er rasied in Bismarck, ND. I was expelled from BHS a month before I turned 16, then kicked out of School when I turned 16. I went to work full-time as a Mechanic (Been a motorhead all my life..THANKS DAD!!) at Phillips 66, they split the state a year or so later, so I went to BJC (now BSC) and recieved my GED and joined the Service in 1976. (sound of sucking air) I was a Aircraft Hydraulicsman (AMH) and I kept the birds flying and I gypsyfooted around the world on Aircraft carriers. I returned to Bismarck after a four year stint and went back to School and recieved my (HTS) Degree (truck driving licence). I drove "over the road" as they call it (crossed State lines)for a year or so, then the curtain fell... I was coming back from a Montana road trip (not working, just gypsyfootin') with a girlfriend, er friend of a friend and was in a car accident, she was fine, I was not. I busted myself up pretty good and was paralyzed, that was 1981. I better get to the Cities. I rehabed for 6 months at Courage Center then found a place to live and eventually went back to school and recieved my Associates Degree in Electronics at Brown, but, the jobs never really panned out. (breath)
The ten years I spent in the Cities was great. Good music, good times, good grief. I moved back to Bismarck in 1991 after I lost a good friend and the air in my balloons as well. My Father wasn't doing well and it was time to come home. 15 years was long enough for me in the big cities (I almost did that in one breath).
I don't get out as much as I use too (I'm trying to rein myself in), the cops still remember my brothers and cousins and I.
And the rest as they say....is History....or is it? |
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