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My name is Roylance Irish Jr. and I am a bedwetter. I have not always been a bedwetter in fact I practicality toilet trained myself, according to my parents at about age 3 I got tired of the irritations I got on my outside thighs from a hot diaper. My mother said that I began to take my diapers off before I was wet and started peeing in the toilet like I had seen others do. I grew up on a ranch in Southern Utah near Bryce Canyon National Park. My dad was a farmer/ rancher and would ride in local rodeos. I began following in his footsteps riding in rodeos to, and actually wasn't bad. I married my High School sweetheart her name was Nancy. On one fine summer night I was competing in a rodeo at Ruby's Inn just outside of Bryce Canyon National Park, they had a weekly rodeo for the tourists to watch. I was contending for All Around Cowboy but this time there was a new contestant that was just dogging my scores. I was by choice a saddle bronc rider that was my favorite. I attempted to leave the bull riding alone and I knew if I didn't enter the bull riding that he would win the all around cowboy and I would lose the $2300 purse that went with it. So I entered the bull riding. I have a deep respect for the bulls, horses don't tend to chase you down and attempt to kill you. I drew a bull named Texas Tornado. This bull was known for his spinning to the left out of the gate. For those of you not familiar with rodeo, bulls tend to follow a pattern during a ride like spinning to the left. Now this was a good/ bad bull to draw, good because he was good to get points from and bad because this bull had a history. He had killed a rider a few years earlier he had caught the guy with his horns in the chest after the ride he didn't gore him the guy got the wind knocked out of him said he needed to sit down for a minute when someone checked the rider again he was dead an autopsy revealed massive internal injuries. I had drawn this bull. In the gate he was being ornery kicking at me as I was getting my rig around him and when I started to climb on his back he was ready to go. When riding a bull you wrap your rope around your left hand if your right handed like me. You tighten it as much as you can tying yourself in by wrapping the rope around your wrist and then tucking it back into your hand, remembering to go to the left when you dismount or tending to hang yourself up meaning your still attached to the bull because you rope is still tied to your hand. The chute was opened I had to ride this bull for 8 seconds that seems an eternity. About 3 seconds in I feel a sting on my cheek a dang bee had just stung me apparently we had run into the bee while spinning. At that time I lost my awareness of where I was at, which was atop of 2300 pound killer bull. I started to come off but came off the wrong side, I was hung up and dangling like a rag doll just being tossed around like I was nothing and not 6'3" 235 pound man like I was. I remember the rodeo clowns came to help me, most people think they're there for comic relief, they're there to save idiot cowboys like me. About that time I felt my shoulder go, popped right out of place and it hurt like hell. That was the last thing I remembered for three days!

My alarm went off it was 1145 am, you ask me why I am not getting up until almost noon, I work from 7pm until 0300 am at the worst place on earth to work at WallyWorld. I also feel the wetness of my bed as I have wet it again! Third time this week. Oh I forgot to introduce myself, I'm R. Michael Nielsson. Nielsson is a Danish name meaning the son of Niels. The R. Stands for Richard, I hated the name because Richard gets shortened to Dick. The kids used to tell me dont be a Dick. That was their way to tease me. Now im am 18 going on 19 and I'm still wetting my bed. I am the oldest child, and the only bedwetter. My sister used to wet her bed but she stopped a couple of years ago. My littlest brother was the only one who got it. He wet his until he was 6 and then stopped. We got the bedwetting gene from our moms side. We look also look like were half black, people confuse us as being Negro. My dad is white of Scandinavian decent, heck he is Neon White. Mom looks like a black lady but her family is from Tonga! Ithey are very darked skin people, but instead of be from Africa. Her family is from Tonga. Tonga is a Pacific Island. Near Samoa, places like that. Nowhere near Africa. My mom was a bedwetter until she was 15 years old. Wet one night then never again. Oh mom when she gets stressed her bedwetting returns. Its just not every night unless there is a lot of stress! Anyway I ramble. I work at Wallyworld. I work odd hours 7pm to 3am on my days off im up at like 11am. I'm waiting until i turn 21 then im going to go work where my dad works. He works at theJuvenile Correctional Facility right across from where i work. I cant work there until im 21 years old i want to tell you a story about what happened to me one night before coming home from work. Now I have this old car, my parents were just starting high school when it was made. If i take it over 35 mph it starts to overheat. Now I live 9 miles from where I work. There is a pefectly good Freeway right by where I work. If i could take it I could be home in 5 to 7 minutes. Instead it almost takes me 20 because of that old car. Ihave to go West from where I work about half a mile then I hit 29th Ave. I go South on 29th Ave. This night I'm going south on 29th ave when i thoght I saw somebody on 29th Ave it turns out when I get closer its a girl. And she is naked except a pair of panties. Waite a minute its not panties but a diaper. She flags me down. I cant see a car she is not broke down. "Can I help you?" I asked? "Please, my boyfriend and l had a fight. He pulled a gun on me and made me disrobe and abandoned me her. He took my purse everything!" She pleaded. I have a hoodie I wear when l need to, I keep in the back seat. I gave it to her and she stopped crying. She said he dropped my dads old suitcase up here I need to get it we turned around and I started heading back Norh on 29th Ave.