A Brief Introduction

I was brought

into this world

on

May 17th, 1979

at 5:10 a.m. CST

in the small

West Texas town

of

Lubbock.

My mother’s firstborn

and

my father’s second son,

I was welcomed

into a broken home.

Just days

after arriving,

my folks decided to relocate

back to Houston,

and

still, to this day,

I have never returned

to the place of my birth.

So for the most part,

I have always

considered myself

to be a Houstonian.

Plus

both

of

my parents

were born in Houston,

and

many of my grandparents

were born

in the Lone Star state as well.

To make a long story short,

I’m either

a 9th- or 10th-

generation Texan.

Anyway,

our family

wasn’t in Houston

for all that long

before my dad’s company

transferred us to Singapore.

I started school

in Southeast Asia

and

lived there until

the age of five,

maybe four.

Thanks to my father’s job,

our family

was relocated

on quite

the regular basis.

I was never

in the same school

for

more than a year growing up,

so

I was always the new kid on the block.

Believe me,

constantly being

the new kid

had all kinds

of

ups and downs.

The worst part

was

forming friendships

or

having a girlfriend,

and

knowing that any day now,

I would be moving

halfway across the globe.

On the other hand,

it taught me

the skills of communication.

I was never shy

and

never had trouble

when it came to meeting people

and

fitting in.

By the time I was fourteen,

I had lived in

Texas, Singapore, Colorado,

the Middle East,

Louisiana, Los Angeles,

Virginia, North Carolina,

and

I had spent

a lot of time

in

Israel,

South Africa,

France,

Germany, India,

Cyprus,

and forty-four

of

the fifty states.

Anyway,

for the most part,

I was always a good kid

growing up,

and

never really causing

any trouble.

I always made good grades

and

always participated

in all different types

of

athletics.

However,

it seems that everything changed

in our family

when we moved

to Charlotte, North Carolina,

from Los Angeles, California.

It was at this stage

of the game when my parents

had decided

to get a divorce,

and

I was just entering

the dark world

of drug addiction.

I was about fourteen years old,

and

this is when

my life

turned into a series

of

war stories.

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