Excuse me!.. Coming through!.. Sorry!

Being the literal product of a series of unfortunate events, it’s no wonder why when people ask me “whats your story?"
that I tend to glance away slightly; in a desperate yet ultimately futile attempt to conjure up some mediocre explanation of how I came to be.
But like a party that struggles to keep its vibe as the early morning hours approach, those who stick around long enough usually end up getting the full sobering story of how life had panned out for me. Of this you can be sure.

Greetings fellow Steemians! My Names Pody Cameron and I heard about Steemit through a dear friend of mine @kaykunoichi. Safe to say I was intrigued by the idea of being paid for my thoughts.
As from the age of 17 this was all I’ve ever REALLY wanted to do.
Unfortunately with life and all its “unexpectancies” I’m now 27 years old with a diploma in audio engineering and working a 9 to 5 job at a plastic manufacturing company.
I’ve just separated from my partner of six years, To whom I have 2 beautiful children to. Children who’s futures mean the absolute world to me.

So in an attempt to catch a good thing while it’s still in mid bloom, I’ve decided to join this community and share with you all the perils and promise of my life so far. Wether it be through my music, poetry or through my writing.
I hope people can take away from it what they need, and feel content with the time they’ve spent slowly walking through the lines of my existence.

I’d like to thank my friend @Kaykunoichi once again for introducing me to her beautiful world.

And to all who have joined her in this venture, I humbly pay homage to you also.

Thank you.

Disclaimer:
So apparently I was told to take a photo holding a piece of paper that had my Steemit username on it so you would all know i'm an actual human being and not a bot.

My first problem with this was the only paper I had at my disposal at this very moment (and not for lack of looking) was toilet paper. Sorry but I mean.. C'mon.. It's 2018.. who uses paper anymore ?

Only thing I had to write with was a pen I'd found by 'pure coincidence' while searching for yep! you guessed it! Paper!

Anyway long story short. I had no one to take the photo. The toilet paper was flopping everywhere.
It was all a very awkward experience.
But because every moment is only given to us but once .....BOOM!

Please visit my Soundcloud page for an insight on a rather contrasted side of a rather unfamiliar human being:
https://soundcloud.com/podycameron