I, Mykal Mullen, was born on January 16,1985, in Spokane, Washington. From there I moved to Eugene, Oregon, with my mom, Beth Mullen, and with my Step Father Pat Taylor, whom I believed to be my real father. From Oregon we moved to Napa, California. While there my half-sister Alex was born. But there was something wrong when she was born. She had a disease called �Gastroschesis,� having to do with the intestines. They were formed all together in a ball. So in order for her to live the doctors had to remove some of her intestines.
She now has a tube in her stomach to feed her since she doesn�t have the necessary organs to properly feed. I spent three years in the hospital with her in San Francisco, California. As a little kid the only friends I had were in the hospital. And unfortunately they were all there for their own sicknesses.
All my friends ended up either being released or died from serious complications. I started my life being around death, and in turn I am fascinated with my own death.
When I turned six years old I started martial arts. The first course I took was in Judo. I ended up going to the Junior Nationals twice. I also began to train in Taekwondo and Kenpo. I have a really short temper which in turn gets me into a lot of trouble. I've never really had any trouble with fighting. I've always been a good fighter, but that never stopped people from messing with me. From there I moved in with my dad Patrick Taylor.
I grew up wathcing my dad show me violence. He was always abusive to his new wife and to me. I would always sit there and cry when I would see her in pain. I had never seen one person cry so much. I remember one time when he picked me up by my neck and tossed me into the wall next to my bed because he thought I had burnt something in my room.
I always loved to play baseball. My first year playing my dad was my coach. My first game ever I was playing second base, it was the first pitch and the batter swung and hit a line drive shot between me and first base. All I could do was dive and hope to catch it. And I did, I cought the ball before it ever even touched the ground. From then on I was always out playing baseball. I made all-stars every year except for my last year in city league ball. My freshman year I was the only freshman to make the varsity baseball team.