Understanding L.N. and Benefiting

Hi! I'm L.N. son of the state, I say this because my entire memory as far back as it reaches finds me in a Federal, Provincial or more recently Municipal institute.

Please understand that the concept of last names is absolutly foreign to me. As I grew up in various orphanages everyone only had a first name, they had no family they were just themselves they had no last name. There was a day when if you say introduced me to "Tom Swift" I would hear "L.N. this is Tom $"the last name would take me by surprise or confuse me. In Tom Swifts case I would be puzzled by your addition of the adverb swift. For a moment I might think are we entering some kind of quasi cast system like that which India claims no longer exists. A name like Hendrix, Tipple or Washylashun will just strike me as a foreign word. Do please bare with me as I educate and civalize myself over time. I don't mean to whine or anything but its been tough growing up in some of the poorest orphanages in the free world. To give you an example I spent nineteen months in an organization whose concept of toilet paper was an old wool sock and a stick to beat it clean with. Don't ask I won't discuss it, I'm still in therapy.

You the reader may at any time view my compositions, expose`s and analytical renderings disturbing, enchanting or even inspiring at any given moment.

Let it be known that L.N. shoots from the hip and makes no apologies 'cause the truth needs no apologies. If you have a problem with what I've written don't argue with me argue with the word!

I suppose it isn't really fair of me to ask that you have faith in what I have to tell you if you know nothing about me. I was born in 1962, raised in various orphanages then later group homes. In 1978 when I was nearly sixteen years old the Scots family adopted me and formaly named me Leroy Nero Scots. Yeah thats right Leroy Nero. They truely were a diabolical pair Mr. & Mrs. Scots, I think it took days for them to apply those two names to my initials. The name taught me how to fight though. All the same it gets tiresome taking down big mouthed jerks who find humour in what another persons name happens to be. I shortened my name back to L.N. I could have changed it completely for about a hundred bucks but a hundred bucks is a hundred bucks and besides I didn't want to throw away the legendary status Leroy Nero had earned with the skin of his knuckles and toe and heel of his boots.

More than once I asked an asshole "what do you suppose the initials L.N. stand for?"

"Duh, gee I don't know"

"It stands for Leroy Nero", really sometimes it was like I carried a small automatic handgun that became visable when I uttered that phrase.