In our youth, we make mistakes thoughtlessly and recklessly, but in old age, we are already professionally approached by the choice of mistakes to make.

I broke my coat last winter. Well, I think it was a copeic thing, I went to the atelier. In the atelier! Nothing in our city. I go in. Everything in hand-crafted shoes, the ceilings are high, everyone "hello" to you, smiles. The price of the question? Here you need to evaporate the lock, sew a new one. Somewhere two days. It will cost a half. I think what fate to experience, fucking you. Go to! She: Only the castle needs to be purchased separately, it is there. The castle is not included in the price. Okay well. I buy a house for 150 and I think. I’m cheaper at it! I go to a half-double who does not claim at the Atelier. I am charged 700 for everything. And then I remember how my coryphane praised an old Chinese man who does ALL! He shoots in the TC some corner under the ceiling. There some cleaning supplies were stored before, and then the greedy owner decided to give away these unfortunate square meters. I come, not counting on anything especially, take a jacket, a lock and hardly find this barbecue. I get stuck between the keys, some shoes, things... “Hello to you!” by GRU. Here is my trouble. He says, “We’ll change a dog and you’ll go.” I didn’t have time to open my mouth, he placed a flat-sleeve twice, a new one. “How much?” “The Seventy Five.” “How much?” Seventy five rubles. So, I made a slug. I have a wallet in my car. Could you take the castle? It is 150.” “Halloween!” He takes and stretches me. I said, “Leave it to yourself!” “No! I won’t take more,” and smiles... I went out with a jacket and a hundred in my pocket, smoked and thought for a long time. About what? Yes about everything! We Russians are just, honest, we will not abandon each other in trouble. All the other fools and fools.

“My worker was a wonderful man – he taught me how to work with a hand tool, gave me the basics of electrical engineering, and the door pen, which I finished on a timber machine, still stands on the door in the garden of my parents.
- And our sold on the market with our crafts, with cardboard:
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Once in the year edak in 2000 I had a computer on which, among other things, was the game Moorhuhn. My father never played anything but a preference on the compass, but this game caught him heavily. Since he worked like a cursed man, he played at night. And, being a person quite gambling and enthusiastic, well succeeded in this game, showing cool results (who remembers - there was not just a shot of chickens, there were also cunning combo that had to be found, taught and performed).



Accordingly, in the table of leaders (example from below) he was in the first place (I did not play chicken) and constantly fought himself with his own records.



So I decided to triple it (then there was not this word, but the essence of it was), set up ArtMoney, and after school, while my father is not there, I hacked this table with the program and added a little more points than my father's record, thus getting on the first line. My father was very surprised, sometimes angry, and at night tried to break my fake record. and beat. The next day it repeated again. and again.



My father’s hunting chickens I pumped well, but I’m still ashamed of this deception. I have never confessed to him so far. I think it will be the hardest confession in my life. This is the story.