Bio no-one cares to read (chapter 1)
where to begin....where to begin.....My life has had many ups and downs, mostly downs. I was born in Arab
Alabama on October 29, 1985, in a hospital that is now a ran down shack. I dont remember much of my childhood. Some kids remember stuff like Christmas morning and the Easter bunny, not me. My earliest childhood memory was being locked in a room for hours at a time while my mom was away at work. I had a babysitter that looked like a lunchroom lady and smelled like washing detergent. She always was yelling and threatning me, and sure enough I got my fair share of beatings. I was kidnapped when I was two years old by my grandfather. He must have loved me to death. I dont really know, I havent seen him since. He had this great idea that he was going to move and take me with him, I think he did some drugs,
ok im positive he did drugs. Im not talking about weed, im talking about the strong shit.