Park Life

Iโ€™ve had people do the โ€œmust be niceโ€ thing to me about my achievements, my ability to travel and just to generally do what I want with my life. A few I blasted. A few I could not or was just too angry to bother with.

Motherfuckers, I came from nothing. Rural North Florida weirdo so despised that many of my own family members wouldnโ€™t even acknowledge me in school. I started life in a trailer park (Paradise Village. It still exists; looks it up.). I signed up to join the army when I was still 17 years old and did five hard years as a paratrooper.

Of course people helped me along the way. Of course they did. But when someone says โ€œmust be niceโ€ to me about achievements and experiences I worked so hard for, itโ€™s everything I can do not to enact some North Florida-style percussive justice on their fucking sneering faces.