Voices from The Fallen: About Mom

Mom was alone after The Old Man passed. She never paired well with anyone else, which is not to say Mom never tried. She dated a few times and sought comfort in different bereavement groups. She tried to meet people but none of Mom’s dating attempts reached her expectations. Certainly, none of Mom’s dates were acceptable to me, least of all her first date which I admit to making him extremely uncomfortable.

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Voices From The Fallen: One Of The Gems

I remember back when I landed my first real suit and tie job. I was a low-level salesman in the bottom-end of a dying industry, which was literally brutal because shit rolls downhill. And me, I was literally at the bottom.

The abuse was tough; the phone calls, the door to door sales, the cold-calling; the constant rejection and hearing the same damned thing all the time. My products were necessary but they were the least important. O sold to garment manufacturers.
At the time, I worked for a company that manufactured labels and identification items—if there is any confusion about this, pretty much, the label in your shirt that itches the back of your neck? Yeah, that was me.

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Voices From The Fallen: You Never Forget Them

There was a night in my young life when I turned left instead of right. Some of my friends went off in one direction and I chose the group that split off to the left. Simple, right?
This was the night I was picked up by law enforcement. This is when I lost to my decisions and no matter how I tried to run or manipulate the system; there was no getting away from this.

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