Bio.

Because saying "project" and "this isn't going to work" over and over again tells us nothing, gets us nowhere, and misleads people. Right? I was born in Newburgh, NY on June 26, 1985, along with my sister who is my fraternal twin. Jesus is our biological father. I have another sister who is actually my half-sister, but I'll never call her that. I lived in Newburgh until June of 1992, which is about as long as I can reliably remember. We moved out of our apartment at that point into a home in the middle-class village of Maybrook, NY. The last straw? Finding human skin and blood in the apartment vestibule downstairs due to prostitution gone awry. (You can't make this stuff up. Use your imagination.) My mother always read to me as a young child, and I began reading on my own at the age of two. It was a Domino Sugar cookbook, if I remember what I've been told. I am a product of the Valley Central School Distict, through and through. K-12. As a kindergartener, the school would have me come upstairs and read books to 4th graders.

I was in a program for gifted children called "Spectrum," but I ended up leaving due to a lack of desire to participate. I was a freak, pure and simple. I enjoyed Little League as a youth, where I spent my time predominately as a catcher.I also played some second base. I also enjoyed playing roller hockey, wiffle ball, and stickball with my friends on the block.

I played Baritone for several years in elementary and middle school. I grew up on 90's Rock/Alternative like Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Matchbox 20, The Foo Fighters, The Offspring, Bush, etc. In 1997, my family started going to a Black Pentocostal church in Newburgh. By the end of high school, I'd decided that I'd had enough and I demanded to stop going. The pastor had supposedly sold his soul for money, and he appeared to be handling the church's finances in a corrupt manner (pending controversy aside, I prayed for and received Christ's salvation at this time.) Nevermind 4-5 hour church services and incessant screaming, hollering, and running. It got really old really quick. I spent a solid 4 years as a scout in our village's scout troop. We were a rich troop, doing roughly 50 parades a year, as well as leading off parades at the Magic Kingdom and other large theme parks. I played bass drum and snare drum in the band. My time in scouts prepared me for a life of service. It taught me honor and respect. By the time I had reached high school, undiagnosed A.D.D. and Bipolar Disorder had begun to take its toll. My grades began to slip as a result, and I never seemed to do any homework. As a result, I didn't fare so well, regardless of amazing test scores. (This is another subject I wanted to talk about. Why should the homework kill my average if I'm getting 90's on my finals?) I began to act out, get in trouble, and coast by on my intelligence. My AP Bio teacher must have hated me. I didn't realize at the time that I was depressed. In high school, I'd worked at places like McDonald's and Burger King. I graduated in 2005. After, I worked as a cashier, inbound call center rep., and pizza/Chinese delivery guy. Looking back, online communities served a large part in my growth and development out of high school. Many people that I have met online are still dear friends of mine to this day, and those are times that I'll always remember. In 2008, I was finally diagnosed as Bipolar and began a medication/therapy regimine. I went to SUNY Orange in the Fall 2008 semester, in pursuit of English and History. I stopped going due to a few reasons: 1) My financial aid never came through due to a mistake on my FAFSA application. 2) I had very few books and materials. I didn't even have internet at the time. Smoking too much pot probably contributed to this condition. 3) I began this job in early 2009, so my priorities changed by necessity. My mother worked various jobs a places like Wal-Mart and child care while I was growing up, and the man who played the role of my father did warehouse work until he began to bake. Once he lost his last 2 clients that he used to serve (2 restaurants), the family's financial stability suffered. We ended up losing the home that I'd lived in for 18 years in 2010. I tried to help for a while, but my mother told me not to bother after some time. She'd accepted the fact that we were going to lose the home (and we did). I even fell into a setup from a hypnotist's office, trying to help my family pay its bills. That's how I got this implant, actually. I moved back to Newburgh for 2 or so years, working as a cab driver. I left after my grandmother and I were almost killed, which was a good thing for me. For the past two years, I've still lived in Orange County, NY. I'm a lifelong resident. Even though I will be moving out of the area soon, this will always be considered home to me. Life begins here.