| This man was born August 25, 1985 in the old Mercy Hospital. At first he lived with his grandmother, but soon moved to a house in the hillside area with just his mom. When I used to live in my grandma's house, I went to a Catholic school called Mary Help of Christians (or something of that lot) I stayed at that school until its final grade, 8th. I have lots of memories from that school, as would be expected spending 10 years of my life there. A free flow of images associated with that school: a large bust of St. John Bosco, paper maze games, summoning tornado's, Derly, vending machines, juice, Luis (both), crying, urination, isolation, girls, Mouse, the 4 G's (David Gomez, Mauri Gomez, David Gonzalez, Randy Gonzalez) paper & alluminum saxophones, the word ninja not existing but ninja's themselves existing without a doubt, blood, cops & robbers, pain, kickball, tobacco, fear, Mr. Ediu, fart spray, slamming doors & blood spray, air guitar, learning guitar to be cool, art, creativity, mistakes, dirt, anarchist cookbook, trompos, escape. There are surely infinite combinations of letters associated with Mary Help, but I will stop at the period before this one. After Mary Help, for reasons shrouded in mystery, I went to a public high school, specifically the Health & Science Magnet within J.B. Alexander High School. I would have to say those were the most enlightening years of my life, yet there could be a loss of self, or misinterpretation. (will continue l8er on in time) |
