Boy from Bama; A Sailors Tale

I have experienced many, many changes in my lifetime thus far. Today I would just like to talk about and explain a few of them.

My parents got divorced when I was young. I do not really remember any of that, I only remember growing up with 2 families (mom's side and dad's side) with step moms and step dads. I remember HATE would be the single word to describe my step dad! I know that's a strong word, but I hated that fucker with all my heart. I am sure Tracy remembers him and can vouch for me on this, because this dood was a fucking dick. He used to beat the shit outta me and my mom and I just wanted to get the fuck outta there, and I was only 5. That should explain a little bit more why a five year old hated his step dad so much, I would beg my mom everyday for us to leave.

She finally listened to me and we ended up moving to Colorado. There was lots of sight seeing on the trip because it was summer and I was about 8 or 9 when we finally left. We decided Colorado was not the right place for us and I went back to Alabama to live with my dad while mom found us a new place to live.

I did the whole house hopping thing for a couple of years because of the differences between my dad and step mom. He always told me that my step mom didn't want to raise another kid because her son was pretty much grown. That ended up working out really well for me because after a short stint of living with my grandmaw Essie, I moved in with my grandmaw Mavis. As you may or may not know, that young lady is quite a character.

Re-Edited (by www.hollyehaas.com) possible first paragraphs of my bio. Not really sure why I want to write this right now but I just felt it in my heart after reading some of Holly's and Randy's blog. I will go more into it later with greater detail. Just wanted to get this part out while it was in my head. Sorry Holly was going to kill me if I didnt get the final product up today! Love ya