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Kipper
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Hi guys,
Boy, I haven't done thisin over half a year!In case you wondered,I've spent most of that time in asmallplace in Mahia (North Island, east coast).I decidedI'd go up there to get my head straightened out after my Dad's deathand everything, then a difficult break-up not long afterwards.
I thought I'd end up literally starving after a couple of weeks, butactually I grew quite partialtothe simplicity and lack of pretence that kind of lifestyle offers. Going on treks, sitting on the porch reading andlistening to the ocean in the evenings, even the sight of my neighbour'sshack with a satellite dish on topall helped toget mesmiling again.
Because my Dad died without a will, I ended up getting ownership andcontrol of a sizeablepiece ofhis estate. Not 'call me on the yacht' sizeable, butlarge enough that I could probably continuea non-materialistic (i.e. bachelor/recluse's) existence without working for a while. I initiallythought my mother would be able tostrongly advise me onall ofthis, but it seems (although she wore the pants) she doesn't know that much more about investingthan I do. Best play it safe then, but what exactly is safe? How safe is too safe?
As you canimagine this isn't the sort of situation you'dwant most 21 year-olds to be in, especially one that isn't the sharpest knife in the draw,alreadyenjoysthe vicarious thrill of being aspectatorand neverreally had much of a work ethicanyway. Perhaps our flag-waving, toy-wearing friend below(I'm sure you'll all have seen Sonny Shaw on asports broadcast at some point) has anheir apparent!
[shudder] God, let's hope not. So now I'm back in Kapiti, using my freshly-honed pragmatism and maturity to clean the place up, as well as (not unlike the Warriors right now)finding outexactly who my friends are.Like most young Australasians I used to thrive on hating everyone who wasn't broketoo, butnot even silver-spooning leechesdeservethe "so, what do you do again?" or the "d'ya thinkeveryonebuys lotto ticketsbecauseweloveour jobs?", or the "you can take meto Prague now, yes?". I just hope thepeople at LWOScan find it in their hearts to take me back and accept me for who I am (whoever that was, is,or will be). Besides,everyonecan just skipmy posts like they always did!
Cheers, and a rudely belated thanksto all those who offered metheir sympathiesback in October,
Kipper.
Boy, I haven't done thisin over half a year!In case you wondered,I've spent most of that time in asmallplace in Mahia (North Island, east coast).I decidedI'd go up there to get my head straightened out after my Dad's deathand everything, then a difficult break-up not long afterwards.
I thought I'd end up literally starving after a couple of weeks, butactually I grew quite partialtothe simplicity and lack of pretence that kind of lifestyle offers. Going on treks, sitting on the porch reading andlistening to the ocean in the evenings, even the sight of my neighbour'sshack with a satellite dish on topall helped toget mesmiling again.
Because my Dad died without a will, I ended up getting ownership andcontrol of a sizeablepiece ofhis estate. Not 'call me on the yacht' sizeable, butlarge enough that I could probably continuea non-materialistic (i.e. bachelor/recluse's) existence without working for a while. I initiallythought my mother would be able tostrongly advise me onall ofthis, but it seems (although she wore the pants) she doesn't know that much more about investingthan I do. Best play it safe then, but what exactly is safe? How safe is too safe?
As you canimagine this isn't the sort of situation you'dwant most 21 year-olds to be in, especially one that isn't the sharpest knife in the draw,alreadyenjoysthe vicarious thrill of being aspectatorand neverreally had much of a work ethicanyway. Perhaps our flag-waving, toy-wearing friend below(I'm sure you'll all have seen Sonny Shaw on asports broadcast at some point) has anheir apparent!
[shudder] God, let's hope not. So now I'm back in Kapiti, using my freshly-honed pragmatism and maturity to clean the place up, as well as (not unlike the Warriors right now)finding outexactly who my friends are.Like most young Australasians I used to thrive on hating everyone who wasn't broketoo, butnot even silver-spooning leechesdeservethe "so, what do you do again?" or the "d'ya thinkeveryonebuys lotto ticketsbecauseweloveour jobs?", or the "you can take meto Prague now, yes?". I just hope thepeople at LWOScan find it in their hearts to take me back and accept me for who I am (whoever that was, is,or will be). Besides,everyonecan just skipmy posts like they always did!
Cheers, and a rudely belated thanksto all those who offered metheir sympathiesback in October,
Kipper.
