Once upon a time, in a small town in western Pennsylvania, lived a young boy named
Jerry. He was not unlike many other boys his age; he had a paper route and mowed
grass for spending money, and liked sports, cars, and girls. Living near a
main railroad line, he was also quite fond of trains, and thought that one day he would grow up to
be an engineer. As time went by, he realized he was not the most athletic young man, and stick and ball sports became less interesting. At the same time, his musical side emerged, and during a stint as the front man for a local band, he harbored dreams of one day being a rock star. Alas, that didn't happen, and he graduated from high school and entered the blue collar sector of America. It was about this time that he discovered drugs, alcohol, and the high life. Many years went by as he languished in a dead end factory job while looking for the next big party. Then along came the nineties. Companies everywhere were downsizing, and before long, he became expendable. For the next couple years, he hopped from job to job, trying to find a niche in life. It was also during the nineties that a love of motorsports emerged, and he would spend many weekends camping at the track with friends. For the last 14 years, he's been an assistant HVAC tech. He's had a few girlfriends along the way, but never having been an Adonis, the women aren't exactly knocking down his door. He used to think he let "the one" get away, but he was wrong, because a few months ago he found her. YAY!!! His athletic endeavors are limited to camping and frequent bicycle riding. He still has an avid love of speed and things that go fast, and spends a weekend now and then at the racetrack. His siblings live miles away, and for now he still lives a mundane little life in the same house he's lived in for years. Not exactly how he envisioned things turning out, but that's what happens when you're busy making other plans. Or no plans at all. What... you were expecting a fairy tale ending? |
