I’m Jess. And I‘m from Colorado. My age is 64.
I was born in Baker Montana in a county of XXXXX in the year of 1944. OK?
As far as my childhood goes, my daddy used to say, “if there’s a horse, go, get on it and you get throw out. Oh well. He didn’t believe in cars.
I went into service when I got out of teenage years.
That’s about the end of my childhood.
Well, there was army life, and then I went in 2 years in Vietnam and a few things like that.
Then I got married XXXXX.
My Kids’ mother and she liked drugs and other men better than me.
So she took off with her kids and I haven’t saw’em since she left with some fairy story about going to Alaska.
I don’ t believe it, neither does anybody else.
I haven’t talked to any of my family in 15 years.
I haven’t even seen my own kids in 25.
Oh, I have a whole brunch of, basketful, but I can’t do anything about them.
But I didn’t get to see my dad before he died.
I didn’t get my mother out the suppose to be retirement home a mile since we put her in, because I couldn’t afford to do it.
I couldn’t do it alone.
I ain’t proud of anything except just being alive.
I’m an old man.
I’m gonna, I got gray hairs in my head.
I’m 6 foot tall.
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