In November 1978, I met a girl named Jacquie. She was a young girl of 16. I was in 'The Gasworks', which was my hangout for a few years. We used to talk on the phone a lot, but it wasn't until Christmas night that I would see her again. We were inseparable for the next 4 1/2 years. In January of 1979 I quit school to try my luck as a wannabe 'Rock Star'. It didn't last long, and when I finished, my mom and me didn't like each other very much. Jacquie and I were getting along great, and her mom thought I was the 'Second Coming', so I spent most of my time at their place.In April of 1979, I finally got the job my mom wanted me to find...any job. Maclean Hunter wasn't my first choice, but I made do for the time being. In 1994 Quebecor Printing Inc. took over. Twenty eight years later, I guess it's still the time being.
In November of 1981, Jacquie and I moved in together. In retrospect, she is one of the classiest women I have ever known, but at the time...MAN! was that a mistake. We were together for 2 memorable, stormy, eventful, rocky years. I was 22 and a good looking guy. I knew it! Every chance I got, I took advantage of that 'gift'. In June of 1983, she left. It's strange though, even today we don't regret the time we spent together. We were young, and had a lot to learn. Unfortunately, she was the only one who learned at the time.
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