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to worry about with me because I never got into any trouble only because I never looked for it and it didn’t look for me. That’s the way I liked it. Well I had to find a place to stay. I couldn’t stay at aunties place so my cousin found a place for me. It was with this old woman and her son. They seemed nice at the time but I was so wrong. The old woman she blew hot and cold. One day she was nice the next a horrible bitch. Lucky for me I got a job working in a warehouse full of booze. The smell of the place would make you feel sick cause of all the spilt drinks but you got used to it or you have to if you want to earn some money. This was really my first real job. I remember my first pay packet, £10 quid. I went to the pub with one of my work mates for a drink. It felt good to have some real money in my pocket. It never bothered me before. What you aint got you can’t miss. For the first time I was happy. Not because of the money but I was doing something I really injoyed. I like working. Im not work shy. Cause of some of the places I lived in it was hard to find work. I did work in Sheffield only part time working in an ice cream factory. It was alright while it lasted.
    This warehouse I worked in was a bit of an early start. I would leave at 5 in the morning and get back home about 3 or 4. Some days I felt knackered but you get over it after a while. There were some good blokes that I got to know, even the boss was ok. He would take us all out for a drink. It was great at Christmas time when the boss would book some club for us and all wives and friends. Me and my mate would always get pissed and show ourselves up. We would end up having a good fight. Every one who knew us pretended they never knew us. I even tried to chat up one of my bosses mothers. She must have been about 70—I was well out of it. It was even better trying to find our way back home. I ended up in someones front garden and woke up after about an hour wondering where the fuck I was. Then me and my mate would have to show our face’s at work and hear about all the embrising things we got up to. I thought this was all part of growing up and having fun. God knows I deserved a bit of fun in my life. Yeah, I had some good times at work. I never missed a day in 2 years except when I was very ill with asthma for a week. I thought I was dying. I was stuck in this hospital all week without any visitors. My landlady at the time and her son did not bother coming up. I was used to this kind of thing happening. It happened while I was in Birmingham as well. I was in hospital for the same thing for a couple of weeks so me being in hospital by myself was nothing new. At least I had all these sexy nurses looking after me. It was like heaven except when I was put on one of them drips and when I had to take all these different drugs and medicine. When I left hospital I thought I was dead meat. I walked across the road and I suddenly felt weird. I thought I was going to clapse in the middle of the road. I think the fresh air and these drugs and medicine had something to do with it. This weird feeling lasted a couple of seconds but it seemed longer. Lucky for me the car slowed down and I got to the other side. Anyway it took me about half an hour to walk home. When I got back home I was not asked anything. She my landlady went on how they haven’t eaten all day. I thought well not my problem. So she put the guilt trip on me saying she was going down to her sons house to borrow some money. I thought what a load of crap. Her son lived about five miles away and she had no money for a taxi so her guilt trip worked. I ended up walking around the shops to get some food. Then I remember when my money went into the bank late and I told my landlady I would have to wait till the next day. She did her nut and said I would have to find somewhere else to stay but she knew very well I had nowhere else to go. This was about 12 at night. Id just come back from work to this shit. I