This has to be about the 10th different version of your life you've posted here.
Fair enough, so here goes the real story:
I dropped out of school at 16 and worked with my dad in a lumber yard as a laborer.
Broke my entire nose bridge when I fell on my face after jumping out of truck at 30 mph.
I won my the bet, but my nose has looked crooked ever since.
My dad made me get my GED and I used that to help get enlisted in the marines at 19.
I damn near shot myself in the foot during infantry training after boot camp.
So they sent me to work with the cooks and I sucked at that too.
I hate to admit it, but I ended up cleaning a lot of dishes, pots, pans and peeled veggies.
I got sent to Okinawa, 3rd marine div in 1980 and knocked up a cute Japanese lady.
I'm not sure if she got an abortion or had the little bastard, so wtf.

The bad thing was the damn mama san complained to the base commander .
I got kicked out of the corps and sent back to the states with a dim looking future.
As luck would have it, I met my first of many wives in a hardcore gym in NW Ga.
We got married and her dad owned a used car lot.
I was working as a car prep cleaner and washer when disaster struck.
A Ford F 150 rolled into the show room, crashed the window and a pc of glass sliced my father in law's neck.
The funeral procession had the cleanest line of cars that ever escorted a stiff to the grave yard.
Sadly the wife was a freak and was blowing the guy in the F-150 that killed her dad
So, I divorced her and moved to rural Arkansas.
Got a job as trainer at a hardcore gym and was making serious bank selling steroids
I'd gotten remarried and started to enjoy all the anal sex.
I "discovered" she had a stick shift and ball bearings when I walked in on "her " in the shower.
We got divorced and I moved to Thailand .
Life became a blur and I don't remember much of my life there.
I won a Mr western-outer Mongolia and that didn't qualify me for an IFBB pro card.
I got married a couple or 5 more times ? I divorced 'em all before I returned to the states.
I'm currently living above a bait shack in the Coastal Carolina region.
Rent is cheap but the smell reminds me of too many ex-wives
I'm living off my 10's of dollars from savings and diving for meals daily in the bait shop dumpster.
As long as my 1985 Vesper scooter keeps going, I'm good to go.
Watch this space for my future " Go Fund me" page .
