My mother is more popular even than me probably because she is a robot like my family that makes people think they are robots. I had a dream where Jihadis appeared out of no where to start shooting Dream characters so I could control the dream and they told me not to bring them back to life so i recreated them to seagulls. People at the top of the chain do things like agent provocateurs to do it for the man and its some deal working for the filth. My mother controls a cult that drinks whisky. My Bruar buzz got the best stuff ever called Sen similia as all soldiers got it to make up for low wages in those days and Sen similia means seedless as it wasn't allowed to bud.

My mother was protestant and my father was Catholic and it was a thing that we took seriously as we were kids and didn't know this difference and just thought with the Catholics as were thought we were good protestant boys and when I found out I was a Catholic as well I didn't like it as I was a Rangers supporter and thought I would no longer be part of the Boyz club of Dollie Chuddy, Harvey Smith after the Horse jockey, Big Pring, Sink and Guillame. I had a reputation of being hard in school but two of the boys that I hung about with were harder than me but I was usually called upon if there was fighting to be done. Once at a town hall disco this older guy got heavy with me and then big pring got him with one had and bang him off the table and shouted something like "leave my fucking pal alone" And at that moment Big ringers reputation as a hardman was set and he took to it like a duck to water.

My mother I realised later was in a relationship with a guy from across the divide and it caused loads of problems as people were turning up and petrol bombing the house and I didn't know why as it was something that she never told us why but even in Mary Hill Catholics and Protestants never mixed but my father wasn't really a father as he would disappear on 3 month bevy binges and although people supported Partick thistle in Mary Hill we supported Ranger and we thought we were Catholics and because what happened to my mother with Religious Bigotry so we joined a gang to help her and my father disappeared to Ireland claiming he worked for a brewery as one of the last few Coopers but he was heavily involved with chuckie the ra. Incidentally where we lived at 734 now tap street Maryhill had two films look out across medals ands you could see our house in the back and one was a film which had Billy Connely in it.

There was a nurse In Carstairs who I spoke to about Transexuals and I said I had two of them try to make me think that they were woman and in those days I would shag anything but these transsexuals I thought were women even though their Fanjitas seemed weird and they said that they had colds which explains why their voices were deep and I thought it weird but in those days I never thought it could happen to me as I Thought it was normal not to check for big hands which I do now. and I am quite paranoid that particularly good looking women might really be guys and I check for signs as if in a weird scenario if I say so meeting about transsexuals they might turn up and why would you be a woman who becomes a man in their eyes, with incidentally a 25 to 45 percent likely of suicide which means with my belief that they go through life again in the same life as they aren't mentally developed. I think if a man changes into a women to get off with men why wouldn't you just stay a homosexual man instead of trying to deceive people about your sexuality as you will have less friends and people will think you weird although I quite like a a wee guy who was a woman who changed intro a man as I quite liked him though I wouldn't chum about with him and when we were in jail I thought it was funny when he shouted to me to get kudos as he would shout "Stevie its Mark" and I would shout out "Fuck off Mark you grass" and then I would tell the screws "he needs to be carved up" gesturing with my finger and my face and they would look shocked as his face was all carved up by him doing it to himself.