I grew up in this small town as a sort of outcast. Never really fit in. After my parents split up i lived with my father for a short time with his new family until a disagreement led to my moving out with my mother.

Living with my mother sent me into a smaller town where people had never seen the likes of me. They branded me a devil of sorts and even had me arrested for what they claimed where threats to kill people. All I was really trying to do was support a band and a new cd, as well as try to make a style of music unlike anything people in this town had heard.

I've had to do dirty things, like sell drugs and steal to make money in order to help my mother pay the bills. I'm not glorifing it, nor trying to advocate it. the truth is, i did what i had to.

After that time of my life i found myself in the city with some friends of mine. There i worked a part time job that gave me so little money that i spent most days living on 2 dollars of food. though the times where tough, i still was able to be happy.

Following an Eviction, no fault of my own, i was forced to move in with my father who i've had a strained relationship with.