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Monday, 24 November 2003

BIO no-one cares to read (chapter 1 continued)
Crank, I remember getting burned that day, by a hot skillett. I think that may be why he decided to move, maby he thought that he would get into trouble once my mom saw what had happened. The only people I have ever truely loved are Jessica Posey (Girlfriend),Chris Hamlin(uncle),Roger Hamlin(Dad),and my best friend Jamie Robertson. Even though Roger wasnt the actual sperm donor, he has been around ever since i could remember. I found out
this when I was 15. My mom would have took it to her grave , but my grandmother made her tell me in an heated arguement. The only thing I know about my real father is that his name is Terry Cuppitt (not even sure if thats how you spell it)my mom told me he was abusive to her. A day before I was born she told him never to come around or she would call the police. So he didnt. I wonder from time to time if hes ever tried to find me. If he ever thinks about me, I find myself confused, but i dont know if i even want to see him ((><))..... When i found out this i was devistated, but didnt let it show as not to hurt my mom or show emotion. Ive tried to look up information on him but was unsucessful. I guess he has no idea where i live.

Posted by wrestling3/gregh18smhs at 9:31 AM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 25 November 2003 9:16 AM EST
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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.

Posted by wrestling3/gregh18smhs at 9:26 AM EST
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