Authorbiography

By Goose Punk

Shortly after moving to the US, I played rookie league baseball after school. We never lost a game but I was the worst player on the team. My glove was brand new. So, I couldn’t catch very well. I couldn’t hit or throw either. Our sponsor was Tom’s Grocery. Years later, I was outside Tom’s Grocery & I saw a sign saying, “This property protected 24/7 by vigilante Canadian”. I can’t help but wonder if that meant me. They called me lucky number 7.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796070231

Goose Punk

Goose Punk is really into punk rock music, & he likes to think the way punk rockers always do. He likes to pick apart things like the news & point them out as they really are. In this book, THE INCREDIBLE GIFT OF SCHIZOPHRENIA SIGHED THE HOST you will be amazed at how dumb the news really is, & you will be entertained by the way Goose Punk thinks about these things that are happening right now. Goose Punk wishes you the best in your quest for reading enjoyment. Goose Punk grew up in Mount Vernon, WA. He is watching it fall to pieces under thick white sky's. He can't help but witness all the things people do of which they consider to be normal, but are destroying the precious environment of which we live. You to will be amazed by the destruction of construction, it get's hotter where they build. In this book, FREE TOMORROW you may change your mind about the way you live your life, & start doing things a little different. Not as different as you think though.

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Copyright © 2019 by Goose Punk.

ISBN:       Softcover       978-1-7960-7024-8

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Rev. date: 12/13/2019

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If anyone asks me why I don’t join the military I just tell them, I’ve been in enough fights to know that fighting doesn’t prove anything. See, my Canadian grandfather got out of going to World War 2 because he was a farmer. My other grandfather, he fought & he always thought I would too but I never did. See, I knew since I was born on a farm I didn’t have to go. After my good grandfather, I never had to, I didn’t either.

I did fantasize about fighting a lot though as a little kid. When I turned 5, my dad took me out to the saskatoon bush & cut me a bow & arrow. I really liked The Story of Robin Hood. We got one of those VCR’s when they first came out & every time my dad went into the city; he would bring me home a movie. There were three movies about the story of Robin Hood. They were all British. Once I had the bow & arrow, I made myself a bunch more arrows & went around the farm shooting everything. I never dared pretend I was actually Robin.

I even shot my mom once in the ass & she screamed at me & shook me. I never did that again but I did try to take it to school. I didn’t have a lot of friends in school. All the boys ran around but I wasn’t as fast as them. They also could slide down the fireman pole & I couldn’t do that. Partly the reason I couldn’t do the fireman pole was because the one friend I did have was a girl & she wouldn’t let me. Anyway, I did try to take my bow & arrow to school but the driver wouldn’t let me. Like I was going to kill them all or something. He kept it on the bus until after school & then gave it back.

That same 5th birthday, my dad got me a puppy from a farm up north & gave it to me. I named her Lucy. As soon as we got her in the house, she ran & hid under a set of stairs we had leading up to the living room from our kitchen. We spent most of the time in the kitchen & only went upstairs when we had company or to sleep. I was the only one besides Lucy who could fit under the stairs. Mom had newspaper down to train Lucy not to pee in the house. I saw this one day that Lucy hadn’t peed under the stairs. I got in there & peed all over the fucking place & they never even caught me. Must have been hard to clean up too since Mom & Dad were a little bigger than me & had to reach under the stairs where they couldn’t fit.

Lucy got bigger & we weened her off puppy food. She began playing with me in the yard. One day we went up to one of the horse’s