i was born on my dads birthday.
my mom was expecting me and hung out for a while. she started to feel sick early in the day but didn't tell anyone. and then late at night it got worst. my grandparents and dad took her to the hospital and my head was coming out on the way there along with a bunch of weird stuff. I slipped out and they pulled me by my umbilical but it got tangled in the car door and i was dragged along the road. when my grandpa hit the brakes to not run over a dog my face came crashing into the back of the car.

well, not reallly....
but i was born and i looked kool.

my mom would dress me in little boys clothes and pass me off as a man boy guy. that explains my sexual identity crisis....

my parents would love me more if i were a boy.
for a while i would always be really sick. I got asthma, and a bunch of weird illnesses.
but then i just got kooler.
i didn't have any hair when i got baptised but i did have a really kool dress and my mom would put these velcro bows in my hair and they'd hurt my scalp. suffering for vanity.

i watched alot of TV and movies. I had a crush on Lou Diamond Phillips. and then i went through my corey's phase. and was obsessed with Corey Feldman and Ben Savage movies.