I was born in December of 1982.
My father and mother were both in highschool and had been seperated for a couple of months I guess. My mother was with my two half brothers' dad at this point.

We never had a lot of money when I was growing up. It was always me, my two half brothers, and my mom. There were random boyfriends throughout the years, but they usually didn't hang around very long. I spent a lot of time inside my head and didn't make very many friends. I appreciated and found happiness in the smallest, most miniscule things in life. I didn't sit in front of the tv all day long. I wasn't much on hanging around the house. I was always out in the woods looking for animals to watch, or building a fort, or walking around town. I was always looking for an adventure.

I once stripped my little brother completely naked and locked him outside of our townhome on the front steps while I flicked the light on and off to get peoples' attention. He wouldn't stop bothering me.

When I was about 6 or 7, I talked my brothers into leaving the apartment with me while our mom was asleep. We went dumpster diving. My brother got ketchup all over himself somehow while we were in the dumpster. When we were headed back home, across the parking lot, a cop saw my brother and thought he was bleeding. He escorted us back home and scared the holy shit out of my mom.

I've been prone to self injury my entire life. I've had to get stitches several times. I do everything with unnecessary force and don't realize it. I smoke like a freight train (about 2.5 packs a day) I now have 2 beautiful children, ages 3 and 4... one boy and one girl. I quit public school in the seventh grade, went to homeschool til ninth grade, then thought I didn't need it because I could just get a job.[started dabbling with different drugs.. hooked on coke/meth for several months, tripped acid, tried huffing, lost alot of self respect and respect for others. wanted to die.] Went through 4 years of a bad marriage with the mother of my children. I found the love of my life in October of 2005, and we're getting married sometime soon... don't have a date yet. I install custom hardwood floors for a living. I LOVE music. Played guitar for about 5 years, recently switched to bass. Got scabies last week. Sucks. Ok, now I'm just rambling... hope this was informative. I'm stoned and don't want to re-read it all to see if it makes sense.