The first year or two got the proficiency down this delivery thing, I was quite a fat kid well more chubby than
anything. For me it started early, before double digits even. The pictures so dirty and explicit, and there were digests too, full of stories,
they would live with me forever. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want to quit that job every other day. I kicked this one barrel and the sound was totally different, as well the
lid moved a bit. A river appeared through my trousers it ran well below my knee. A few years into my teens I secured a rather large paper route, having to get up quite early to get them all
delivered before school around 5 am. It was what they called a salvage barn. I wanted to be the dominant force taking
a woman as I so often had read but those realities couldn’t come out. I bumped a display of plates
and they came clattering to the floor giving up my position, and scaring her half to death.
