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Once again, it's time for the FNGT!

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**Once again, it's time for the FNGT!** If you don't know how this works, [click this link](https://fngt.gq/index.php?page=intro). That link will take you to another site to give you some additional information and tell you about some of our off-site features. That's also the site where we will host the weekly guitar threads, should Poal go down. **NOTE:** That site is by invitation only. If you want an invite, and you're a regular participant, then just ask Crazy, or myself. If you do know what's going on, you probably don't need to click that link - but you may want to, to make sure you know of the other features, such as the archive or a separate forum that's invite only. Remember, we are guests here on Poal. Let's act like it. If you're interested in supporting Poal, then [you can donate](https://poal.co/donate).

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I would think the women in that shoe store who saw you with nipple holes in your shirt thought you were retarded

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Oh, no... No, they all knew me by then.

I'd come to work in outlandish clothing, get shitfaced on the job, sing over the intercom, etc...

They were well aware of who I was by that point. It wasn't a store, we made shoes there. I made women's high heeled shoes. I was good at it, 'cause I can follow directions. So, I was kinda important. I was a 'utility' worker, that worked in whatever department needed me. I didn't work in stitching, 'cause that takes too long to train properly.

I'd come to work with various hair styles or colors. (I was a performing musician at the time, in a few bands 'cause I really needed the money.)

I'd work on some pretty dangerous equipment, like eat-your-hand dangerous. More than once, I went to work while tripping sack. Yeah...

So, suffice to say, they already knew I was retarded!

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LoL Well having you work there sure broke up the monotony of the day to day life in manufacturing

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I was well-liked and, dare I say, respected.

We're talking the 80s, a rather wild decade for me. Then again, the 70s, 90s, 00s, and even the 10s were fairly wild decades for me.

But, in the 80s I was much more flamboyant - and not in a gay way. I'd hair that went to the small of my back and I'd sometimes spike it, so I had like 18" spikes, sometimes of various colors.

I had more holes in my ears than most women. I had a ring in my nose, my eyebrows pierced, and absolutely wore makeup on stage.

Shit, I can apply makeup (probably) better than your girlfriend... Well, I'm out of practice today.