Starting this piece I know will be a shock to some laughter to others but this is how I became who I am. And sorry to my English teachers I have horrible punctuation.
I remember working with my brother in law and not being fast enough for him. I was breaking 50 pound bags of sand into a pot connected to a compressor, connected to a 2 inch hose he was using to sand blast a steel girder. Well Ronnie being Ronnie, he would start name calling with stuff like "Come on you little faggot I can get girls to work faster". I really never knew what it was he was complaining about the pot was never empty and he never had to wait on me. I would keep 200 pounds of sand in the pot at all times. Oh did I mention I was 12 at the time? This was not even my first job. That my dear droogies is another tale to tell.
When I was young I did stupid stuff like most kids and an example would be drawing target on my bedroom door and I would use that for my knife throwing practice. Well one day my mom and the landlord where going through the apartment discussing little problems when they saw light coming from my closed door. they proceeded to open it and the yelling started my mother in Irish and "Mr Baker" in German. So after the beating I got from my mother it was decided that I would work for Mr "Baker" to pay for a new door. Mr "Baker" was a baker and the bakery was attached to the front of our apartment. Mom would wake me up at 4 30 and kick me out the door and Mr "Baker" would kick me in the door of the bakery. I was assigned to make dough for doughnuts and pastry. after that was made I was then given a scraper and had to get on the floor and scrape up the dough that had fallen and gotten walked and worn onto the floor.I would try and stay away from the oven and would get caught and told to clean extra good around that. One time as I was sweating up a storm and I look up and Mr "Baker" pulls a Pepsi out of the cooler and takes a nice long sip looks at me and say "ah Das is gud" put the Pepsi back in the cooler and laughed at me.
Because I was fatherless I guess Mr "Baker" decided he would be my mentor. One of the first things he did was to give me a copy of Mien Kamph to read and he would test me on it. Oh I did not mention that Mr "Baker" was a Hitler youth.... I had Mr "Baker"s name in my post but thought I better take that out and I replaced it with as you saw Mr Baker hope it was not to much of an annoyance.
