First my name is Herb Tuner Mill (not my real name)
I am old enough to been around the block a few times, seen a few things, raised some hell in my youth. Even did some time in the local pen. But I did the typical things, got a decent job nothing really mind-blowing I managed a couple of modular home companies and did some construction on the side. Got married, she popped out a couple of kids. The more I saw, the more I began to question was it all worth it, we work harder to have more things to work harder for.
I guess my current career began when I hit a drunk man walking the roads with my classic orange 71 Chevy El Camino, I colorfully call "Camie". I thought I would be scared shitless but I found myself staring at the blood all over the chrome and the twisted mangled body feeling more alive that ever. For the first time in a long time I saw everything so clear.. its like someone taking a clawhammer to the framework of reality. My life seemed so meaningless before that moment. I felt an extreme drug like rush, my dick stiffened harder than it had in years. I felt as giddy as a teenager finding out he was going to get lucky that night. Of course I got arrested by the cops, charged and cleared since the guy had twice the legal limit in him and had a list of DUI's a mile long.
I tried to go back to a normal life.. it felt so fake and cheap even sex paled in comparison to the high I felt. Every time I think of it, it was like getting high for the few time all over. I began to watch snuff films and go out of my way to see accidents or murders.. I drove out all hours of the night in crack gang hoods.. I began to work out just to keep the high was driving me mad.. My wife thought I was sleeping around on her.. One night I decided to go for it. That I needed that high no matter what.. I did research and started to see glaring holes in the legal and justice system. I did the hardest thing I ever could.. I lied to my wife for the first and only time in my life.. I told her I loved another woman, she could have it all if I could just leave her and the kids.. She cried, but she is strong.. I told her it wasn't her fault. No fault divorces are so easy and painless. All I did was keep the car, the laptop I am using to write this and my clothes. Everything else I gave to her or sold on Ebay.
Well maybe two lies.. I didn't tell her that I been secretly hiding a couple of grand a year. She always thought it was going into the 401K or the bank.. And with this money I had invested it under a front company (I was going to surprise her at retirement but I found another need for it). I was now single, wealthy enough to stay off the grid.
During my rides in the hood I befriended some of the criminal type (surprisingly enough most criminals are easy-going and despite the oblivious pitfalls of their career enjoy life). One of them could for a price could assist in making sure I was off the grid by faking all the paperwork to say I was dead. I "died" a couple of weeks later.. and was reborn into my new life.
Alot of people will say I had a messed up childhood, watched too much TV, played too much GTA, did one too many dungeon crawls in AD&D etc.. etc.. But I am here to set the record str8 and list my deeds. I discovered what its like to not be held down in a system designed to slowly kill you. Use to think the rich got richer and poor got poorer.. no modern civilization is grinding us all down. We are losing that wild free spirit that plus us on the top of the food chain in the first place..
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