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so now that you know the start of it all.... lets talk about more things that have happend up until this point in my life... (BELIEVE YOU ME... THIS GETS MORE EXCITING AND INTERESTING AS MY LIFE CONTINUES!)... well after my grandmother passed away... my mom decided that it would be a nice idea to move to Florida to her friends house... and i remember gettin stung in the head by a bee like 3 times.... and red ants crawled all up my legs and bit me... (that was horrible... i got sprayed with the water hose to get them off me).... i drove the lawn mower (that was cool)... i went to school in a trailer... (that was weird)... i was goin to the bathroom and a mouse was in there... (i was so scared)... then one night i remember hearing a very loud noise in the next room from where i was sleeping.... it turns out that my moms friends brother whom my mom was seeing while we were staying there SHOT himself in the head with his rifle!!... he was upset that my mom wanted to go back to NJ and he didnt want us to leave... and she was like sorry but we are going... and so that was my second death that i was around or should i say exposed to... at this time i am still like 4-5 or 6 yrs old.... so i dont remember too much after that... i just remember being home... and my mom took me all around... we lived with diffrent people... and she was still doin her thing.... but at that age i didnt know what was goin on...





my mom was now dating a new guy... "DICK"... he was nice... he looked like Nirvana... (apparently this guy was a DOPE head)... he was cool... he tried to teach my to play guitar.... didnt work... but he tried... i got so sick while we were staying with him and his parents... i ran a 107 fever and boy it was bad when i could not make it to the bathroom to puke... i have no clue what was wrong with me... but then i was better after like a few days or a week.... another time i was getting somethin out the car and i closed my hand in the door and the door was somewhat closed on my hand.... i screamed so loud that my mom heard me over the blow dryer and all the windows in the house were closed... i was 7 yrs old... boy did i let a yell out... i have no clue if other people from other homes on the block came to see if i was ok... but my mom was outside in like 2 minutes... at this time also i made my communion from the catholic church in Kenilworth... that was a good time for me... (i am far from being Catholic or even following the Catholic Religion)... i also got caught over my aunts house smoking a cigarette... oh boy i was in so much trouble... i thought i was goin to be beat to death by my mom or aunt at that time... so after that one day Gene was in his room with a friend of his... and not knowing i could not do so..i walked into his room cause i heard him playing his guitar and i wanted to play mine... he chased me out of the room and hit me in the back of my leg with his belt... and i had a huge bruise on my calf muscle from him... he told my mom i was running up the stairs and fell so i hurt myself... after i told my mom what he did to me... she believed him... she would never believe me...