Well , alot of people constantly ask me..'What's with the chip on your shoulder?'. Well this is why I have a chip, I'll start writing as many things down that i can remember about my past.
We grew up in a ecent part of town..we always had money then...I was maybe 5-7...it was cool..my parents would always have a fight...my step-dad..or rather my mom's boyfriend and father to my two younger brothers would beat her..I hated it...my brothers and I cried all the time...it was the saddest scene ever at the time...my mom had always been a problem child, along with my father who had been gone since I was 1...and this boyfriend of hers came up with a lie to say he was my real father...I never knew I even had another dad...well..after everything happened..mom got tired of it and left...we moved from Covington.. to Burilison...least they did..I went to Brighton to live with my grandparents..I loved it over there...they spoiled me rotten..when I was maybe 8 i moved to Burilison with my mom...it was terrible..I mean we always had money..cool...but her bofriends were all these..wanna be badass drug dealers from out of town...I hated them...I mean some were nice to me...but they were still in the wrong...the guy I thought would marry my mom, pulled a gun out on her..then pointed the damn thing at my brothers and I...it was scary then...mom chased him...and we flipped twice and landed in a corn field...mom decided since her boyfriend left I should go live in Brighton again...it's sad..I always took care of my brothers when she was at work...I cooked for em' changed diapers..I always looked after em'..I mean..when they got old enough I beat the livinh shit out of em'...but 80% of the time I was nice...so when I was back in Brighton I turned maybe 10-11..it was somewhat fun..they didn't spoil me like they did..but they always let me go play in the woods, and outside...I loved having adventures out there...one day I found a gun though...almost shot my finger off..luvkily it only grazed it and took off if not burned off most of the skin...when I went to stay with my mom again..she was different...she had gotten bad on drugs..and she beat us...badly...bruises everywhere...I got tired of it..so when I was 12...I snithced to the school...she was arrested...and we all went different ways..my bros went back to Covington..and I went to Brighton...yet again..I remember when I was maybe 8-9 I tried to hang myself but failed...I determined I didn't have the mentality to try it again..so I slit my wrists during lunch, I can't remember why..but nothing happened....I started acting a fool then..I don't know why...growing up I never had any friends...I always had anger problems, and I grew up just fighting and bullying people...so when i got kicked out of school..I was sent to Atoka...to live with my very abusive...very hardworking grandfather...I was 11 going on 12 then...I got tired of him beating me one day, I swung at him and hit him in the gut...him being 6'4 didn't like that very well, picked me up over his head and threw me into a wall...living with him...I had to wake up every morning at 5:30 am to go work..and we always got home at 9 or 10 pm..I was tired...living with him...I wasn't allowed to have friends...He said work was more important..so I grew up alone with him...I moved out when I turned 14...back to Brighton...got in trouble again...so they sent me back to Covington...I've been here since 15..going to be 16 in june...now the entire town is blaming me for arson of a town park..going to court in may..sucks...if it wasn't for taekwondo and MMA I swear I would have killed myself..or at least tried again...well now I'm just stuck all alone...never have been acknowledged for anything I've done...so that's why I do martial arts...when i become a pro fighter everyone in my family will look up to me then...so until then I have to repair myself...emotionally...mentally..socially...and physically..until I'm capable of reaching my goals..