When I was in grade school I was a very shy and introverted little boy to the point I was so nervous when I was around people I would stutter and would take minutes to get out one sentence, it was a most embarrassing situation. I didn't get along with most individuals but I managed.
I was left handed and in 2nd grade at Central School in Niles Michigan, where the current Post Office is located, and my teachers name was Ms. Shell. I loved to write an won numerous penmanship contest in school. My teacher once, out of jealousy, told me that "only retards wrote left handed" and she taped my left hand up and forced me to write right-handed. I was so distraught after school that I ran all the way home and when my mother ask me "what's wrong Jackie", I told her and she pulled me out of that teachers class.
I also was a little overweight, I was 4'5" tall and weighed 217#, fat little rolli-polli fucker.
I started working at 13 years old with my first paper route and then at 15 my brother got me my first job a Al Rosebush's Standard Gas Station just west of the Eastgate Shopping Center on Oak Street / Yankee Street.
Al's brother John, worked there and he was one of the 'coolest' guys I ever met. He smoked Marlboro cigarettes and I started smoking cigarettes because he did. He is still a cool guy but smoking isn't a cool habit.
In High School I was still heavy and had numerous friends in school, boys and girls. I asked many girls out to dances....on dates but there was too many fish in the pond, and was turned down on most, if not all, occasions. I learned to live with what I had my family and my friends, but would have enjoyed a relationship but had difficulties developing one of any worth. Between 11th and 12th grade I lost 55# and grow to my current height of 6'1" tall and all the girls I had asked out on dates were now talking to me, but I had found an attraction to the other gender, but kept this to myself.
A good friend of mine named Jeff, whom I ran around with almost constantly, had a very good-looking friend on Chery Street named Steve, and we would go see him on the weekend. Well the neighbors next door to Steve's parents had a daughter, whom was on of them girls your mother warned you about and one day while Jeff was visiting Steve I went over to the neighbors house and the daughter invited me inside and her dad and mom were at work and she "rocked my world". I was 16 years old and the girl was 14 years old.
About two years later the girls parents bought the house directly across the street from my parents house on East Main Street, where they currently live. The girls stepfather was a chronic alcoholic and one day while I was at Majerek's Bookstore downtown, the neighbor man and my father had some words in front of my parents house and the drunk neighbor man stated that if my father didn't shut his mouth he would have his son thrown in jail. My father thought it was because of my brothers pot dealing out of his house, but to his surprise it was not my brother, but me...for raping his daughter. WOW...THAT REALLY MADE ME WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN.
When I got home I got a royal ass-chewing by my parents. My brother had two kids at the time this happened so it was not a matter open for discussion.
I was able to drink, legally, at the age of 18, but I didn't step into a bar until I was 19 1/2 years old and my first beer in a bar was at the Fayette Lounge in Niles.
Let's see where the gay thing got all fucked up at. When I started working at South Bend Clutch in 1976, the owner had 4 children from his first wife and married a "bitch" that had 9 herself...I don't know if their is any fags or lesbians in that family but their was either a fucking promiscuous whore or rabbits with 9 kids, that's a fucking litter, not a family.
After working at South Bend Clutch for about a month, the alcoholic owner, James Pyfer, went on a "bender", and was at the RED CARPET LOUNGE, Gus's bar across the street, and Jim's favorite hang out.
Arond 12 noon Jim Pyfer, the owner called my brother, the foreman, up on the phone and asked him to bring me and meet him at the bar for lunch. Jim Pyfer was fucking drunk when he came to work that morning, after drinking till noon, he was FUCKING WASTED...but we were on the clock and he was "the boss".
After beers and lunch we sat and talk and Jim Pyfer told my brother, who had got me the job, "I think your brother is a fucking faggot." My brother kicked me as hard as he could under the table, as to not say anything, which I didn't and the day and the job went on.
What would you have done...sued his drunk ass, beat the fuck out of his drunk ass in his favorite bar that he tipped the bartender like $300.00 when he left because of his behavior and he wanted to come back in on his next "bad day"....WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE....JASON.
Remember I was 18 years old and my brother was 19 years old and we both needed our jobs.
THIS IS THE DICKHEAD THAT WENT BROKE IN BUSINESS 5 TIMES BEFORE AND I, AND MY FUCKING FAGGOT ASS AND SELF ASCERTIVENESS AND MY COMMON-SENSE...MADE HIM AND HIS 13 FUCKING KIDS, RICH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
REMEMBER THESE ARE THE HETRO -SEXUAL BITCHES THAT FAILED, 5 TIMES IN THIS LINE OF WORK...AND SUED ME BECAUSE I SHOWED THEM HOW TO DO "OUR" JOB...NOT WRONG, LIKE YOU OBVIOUSLY DID IT IN THE PAST, BUT RIGHT, AND DID THEIR'S FOR THEM WHEN THEY WERE TOO DRUNK, HOME FUCKING THEIR WIVES.
Check out their web page and ask your self, what if the drivers of these "pullers" came into your shop and said the truck companies that built the trucks, FORD, CHEVY and DODGE, can not build a clutch for my truck because I souped up the motor....CAN YOU..?
DO YOU GIVE THEM AN "EXCUSE"....NOT ME.
BECAUSE I'M "ARROGANT", MICHAEL "FUCKING" FELL!!!!
PAY BACK TIME MICHAEL.
BECAUSE I KNOW
WHAT I AM WORKING WITH, DICKHEAD.
CHECK OUT THE WEB PAGE, THIS IS A FUN JOB....GUESS WHAT, I LIKED BUILDING BIKES MORE THAN CLUTCHES.
www.southbendclutch.com
I MADE $595.00 PER WEEK, TAKE HOME PAY, FOR BUILDING CLUTCHES.
I BUILT THE FUCKING BIKES FOR FREE, DUMBASS...AND YOU FUCKED IT UP.
AND YOU WONDER WHY I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS,
AND I'M DOING THIS WEB PAGE....FUCKING IDIOT.
THANKS FOR FUCKING IT UP..............JACK.
When you are able to accomplish the impossible, that is when you will succeed????
Like these "pullers" do with the clutch they got at this company.
The company made it possible for them to succeed, that is "HELP"
NOT IF YOUR A FUCKING FAGGOT LIKE JACK DAVIS
YOU'LL END UP FUCKING HOMELESS SEEING AN ASSHOLE SHRINK IN
SAN FRANCISCO AT URBAN HOUSING AND HEALTH, BEING PIMPED OUT BY SOME METH DEALING PIMP FOR A RETIREMENT BECAUSE OUR GOVERNMENT STOLE EVERYONES, ESPECIALLY USE FAGGOTS....LMFAO.
GIVE ME MY FUCKING CHECK AND KISS MY FUCKING ASS MORON'S.
www.southbendclutch.com
I like doing things for people. Jim Pyfer had a family that depended on him and I also was depending on "my" job, I took on the responsiblity of "my" job, to make "US" succeed Jim Pyfer.
All of us, YOU...ME...AND "YOUR" FAMILY.
I don't have any children or a family and you wonder why I failed and have qutie trying. I don't have any one depending on me but me. And I just don't care anymore. My family has not helped me, either one of them....EVER.
CHECK DAY TOMORROW.......OH, FROM MY FAMILY, UNCLE SAM, GUESS WHO I'M HELPING...WITH YOUR STATE STIPEND ASSHOLES????
THERE'S MORE HERE......BUT AT A LATER TIME.
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