Chapter One – The beginning…….

Like most people, Tim was born to a mother and father. He was their fifth child in five years so most likely he didn’t bring the same enthusiasm the first four children brought. In fact, his parents would not have another child for ten years after his arrival.

For the most part there wasn’t much to get to excited about concerning little Tim. He wasn’t really all that cute and his only unusual feature was him having a forehead so large you could show movies on it. Eventually God would place a mole in the middle of his forehead which would give him that Indian woman vibe that most guys like to attain.

Initially his siblings didn’t take much of a liking to little Tim. But like most things, this changed over time as it grew into total contempt over the years. I think the problem was that Tim didn’t bring anything to the table. They already had a brother who could do anything. They had a brother that would do anything and a brother who thought he knew everything. And they had a sister so they could check that box.

It’s not that often for a relatively normal, healthy person to come into this world and not develop any noticeable abilities of any kind but it does happen on occasion. Tim is one of those people. He mostly just rambled on incoherently in a way that irritated most people. He even annoyed Mother Teresa once when she visited his school and she was later quoted saying, “that kid with the enormous forehead is quite a pain in the ass”. Or something to that effect.

Over the next few days I plan on telling a few stories about little Tim that honestly don’t need to be told and no one is asking to hear them but I got nothing else to do so I’ll be writing them down if I can find the time. It’s not my fault if you happen to take time to read them. You were warned.

And so it begins……