About Moi
This eBook is my way to keep a journal of my day to day life after losing my family in a tragic battle with fate and ninja in-laws. This is what I do when I see empty rooms and hear nothing but silence. This is what I do to keep me sane. There is no end to this story. It is on-going. I am sharing this eBook as a deterrent for people all over the world to get their act together. Separation, divorce or whatever form of disconnect is not the answer to family problems. Specially with children involved.
It is common knowledge that the wife always takes the children. After a long exhaustive research, I discovered that the pigmies, cannibals and even the Taliban (and probably Isis) practice this. This maybe is good for some guys but absolutely not me. I love children! I was every kid’s mascot when I was single. I can manage 12 kids (no kidding) in one time and still don’t break a sweat. And of course, my true love for kids leads to endless possibilities with the hotties! Specially the really not so bright ones.
One time, as I was walking at the mall with my 2 nephews and niece, this lady straight out from the fashion channel said, “What a bunch of cuties!” Bends over to my niece and says “What a beautiful flower! What’s it called?” Dierdre thought for a second and said “Sikorsky”. Yeah, Dierdre is way ahead of her years. And this hottie goes “I love your Sikorsky flower. Does it come in any other color?”
I always tell my friends back then, were is the best place to meet women during the holidays? The TOY SECTION!
On any family gathering, I would stay away from the grown-ups. These people were so smart that making them laugh made me look… OK, for the lack of a better word, stupid.
I would hook up with the kids playing somewhere. This is a better crowd. Here, I was their leader! Everything I say goes (after a million questions). And not to mention, with children, there are less complications.
All my life, I was basically alone. I was the second of 5 in my family. The eldest, shipped out to my grandparents and was returned back with all the sorry I sent you. The sister that came after me and another were in an exclusive black ops team with my mom as the leader which I called Charlie’s Angels. That practically spelled one to me.
I really didn’t belong. I was a nuisance. I was the first ever invisible child. Most of my life I was alone. I was different and I was weird. By second year highschool I was branded as a drug addict and was destined to go to an asylum. Absolutely not kidding. That was how weird I was. It was only about five years ago that I discovered in a chululu seminar I attended on reparenting the child within that I am the way I am because I was an accidental child. It was an accident that motherboard got pregnant and basically they weren’t prepared and sort of did not want me.