| Well, my life has been simple, but here is the story:
I was born quietly in Georgia, and subsequently adopted by the woman I now know as "Mom", in a hospital located somewhere obscure. I was carried across the US at that young age, and before I was even old enough to remember, had been to Arizona, Hawaii, and Washington. After that, I came to live in a small house in Mississippi. Soon after, my father died, a blow which haunted me for years. I remained at home, being privately taught until we moved into a new house and I eventually went to a public school for the first time since first grade: 4th grade, the year where I first grew to know the menace of human spite. For two years I was ridiculed for being quite eccentric. There I found I liked to write, and decided to go somewhere with it.
After a few more years of home-schooling, I was sent to a Christian Academy, a decision I have come to regret. Through three years of boredom I have spawned a love for music, writing, and reading every book I get a hold of. I began writing lyrics and playing the drums, two things which have payed off privately and hopefully professionally later on in life. Although I endure ridicule, I also revel in making others laugh. As far as I'm concerned, my life s moving normally. And I have no complaints. |