Have you ever seen his mural, Go Nica?
You can look at it from afar, or you can look close and you can sort of follow each little
bit tells a story.
The thing called a seven year rich, there's a theory about people every seven years there's
a major change in your life or something like that, always after a while going through
a new door, another door, another door, and then beginning to the room at the end.
I was under the impression that if I left then things would improve but of course you
probably know by now life doesn't work like that, your problem is with you, you just keep
moving it's going to come with you.
I can understand why I was adopted, I never had those many adoptive kids have, why was
I adopted or what was wrong with me and how can my mother do that to me.
One of the things I was going to mention before about memories was my girlfriend when I was
doing my last year of school got pregnant, because then when my daughter was born when
I was just after I turned 18, she wouldn't let me see her.
I've got this photo of my old man myself when we were still on the farm and I must have
been about two and so my old man's there, he's standing there, he's got his farm pants
on, his farm ear, the shirt with the sleeves cut off, he's got his hat on, he's holding
a lamb in one hand and then there's one of the dogs that Kelpie is sort of on his hind
legs with his front paws on my old man's hip, it's just this great photo and I really like
it because it's on my laptop so I just look at it every day.
Each little bit tells a story, I would picture my life up to now like that.
Certain points would be pleasant to look at, certain points would be purposefully unpleasant
to look at, but you would have to look at them anyway.
I have to celebrate you baby, I have to praise you like I should.
I have to praise you baby, I have to praise you baby, I have to praise you baby, I have
to praise you baby, I have to praise you baby, I have to praise you baby, I have to praise
you baby, I have to praise you baby, I have to praise you baby, I have to praise you baby.
