Well, my story started on, of all kinds of nights, a dark and stormy night. It was mischief night, a full moon, almost October 31st. But I came just in time, at 11:37 pm, October 30, 1985, I was born at home and have no idea of how much I weighed in at, and thusly, the legend began. I was the second son in a lower middle class family. I think the place was Taylor Street, Phoenixville, PA. I had an older brother, named Christopher Foxx, and my early life was spent around him, and with my grandmother. Then, came my baby brother, Daniel Lynn Foxx, that was at Stowe PA, I was about 4 years old. My early childhood was boring and I don't remember much about it. I remember using a remote before I knew how to read, being left home alone during the day while I watched TV. Thundercats, GI Joe, Transformers, The Turtles, and Ghostbusters, you people, Ghostbusters is the shit, don't fuck with them or I'll take you out. Jack Nicholson as the Joker in Batman, fuck yeah, I remember having the Batwing that show suction cup darts. So there was my early life, moving on.
Then came Pre-school, now that is where my real memories begin to form. I remember being the weird kid in class, eating glue, tasting clay, sniffing tape and licking markers, no lie. Other kids, didn't like Glenn very much. I was the type to color alone without being around anyone. I went to 2 preschools, and I remember no friends from either place. We moved to Birchwood, it was ok, did I mention that I got into trouble at home a lot. While we lived there, Brittany and Rachel, my sisters, were born a year apart, fun. Oh yeah, I got beat to shit by my dad a lot too, I'm talking can't walk straight the next day beating. It wasn't abuse, on the surface anyway, it was discipline, I needed it. My brother beat the crap outta me too, he was a major trouble-maker, and it ran onto me soon enough. School was cool though, in second Grade, I was a smart kid, and had a small trio of buddies, me, Mike, and Pat. Those were good times. Then we moved to Owen J Roberts at the start of Third Grade. I hated it, Mrs. Sparks, ugh... She hated me right back too, I ate the beans for our pollenation experiment, heh. Christmas hits the calender, guess what, MOVING TIME! I moved to Brooke Elementary, Mrs. Rhodes was cool, and I had a new friend named Mike too. But alas, my parents pulled me out of school, and started home-schooling me. My work was 400+ pages of crossword puzzles, YEAH! NO JOKE! Now, out of school, I followed my brother around a lot, did a lot of walking in construction zones, those places kick ass.
At this point, I was being locked in my basement from 9 to 5, my parents worked out of the house, and I had to take care of the little siblings myself. Chris was gone a lot, I hated that, I was alone in end. And then, after one year of home-hell, we moved to Florida. That was hell, my life was gone, the only solice I had from my life was the fact that I could see my aunts and grandparents, bot no more. Now here we go, I spent 5 years in home school, never leaving my house to play, do sports, or meet friends, I wasn't allowed, I was like some...freak, they were ashamed. And my brother got into drugs, which pulled me in too, but those are dark days of my life that I won't speak of here in the site.
Eventually, after about 6 years in the Sunshine State, I got sent into 10th grade, to a public High School. I hated it, hated it so much, no freinds, no pals, everyone I met disliked me immensely. It wasn't fair at all, I would sit on the bus, and they would sing a song and throw stuff at me. I snapped at them once or twice, but they kept going... Soon enough, my mind snapped. There was one ray of light, I had my girlfriend on the internet, She was awesome, everything was ok with her in my life. But September came, late September, and I learned I was moving again and that I would have to break up with her. I hated that damned day, I died there, I tried to kill myself, didn't work. Then, my grandfather, the man who truly rasied me early in life, died. That was one more straw I couldn't take. So I stewed in my own little prison, waiting to get out. And then we moved the Exeter. Heh, I was in my home area, my life was fucked though. I went to school in February, it was cool, everyone was afraid of me, and for good reason. I am crazy, I will beat you ten times then shit on you and beat you again while you're on the ground. I don't take your shit, I give you your own shit and shove it down your festering throat. And then came freaks and preps, oh man, heh, posers. I was too normal to be a freak, I didn't dress weird enough and the stuff on my shirts wasn't crazy enough. Oh well, you showed me how low you all are ,and I will take you all down off your seats on idiocy
Summer came, I took the time to vent all my frustrations and deal with all my shit, and then it was time. In my sorrow and self hatred, a spark of hope was formed, much like a clam forming a pearl, from my anguish came something Great. The Movement was born, and my head was clear on my goals for with world, and with you all as my support, no one will be silenced again, not for what they look like, how they dress, or what they say, only for who they truly are. |
