Bio

Birth:
     So it all began in the wonderful year of 1982. My parents decided it was time to try again to have a successful child after failing miserably with their first born, Steve. I was a large baby while in my mother's womb, even the doctors believed that my mom might be having triplets. When I was born on January 22, 1983, I tipped the scale at 8 lbs. 6 oz. I was born at 11:32pm, just 28 minutes shy of sharing a birthday with my grandmother and my aunt.
First Three Years or So:
     Anywho, my first three or so years are kind of a blur to me, I don't really remember anything but...well, I guess nothing, but I'm sure I did normal baby stuff like crying and eating and shitting all over the place and whatnot. As I grew up, my family had a collie dog, named Rocky. Well, one day, while I was but three years of age, after my mother had finished cutting the grass, I was raking the little grass clippings from the ground, and my rake happened to catch the corner of Rocky's food dish. Thinking that I may be stealing his food, he instinctively jumped at me and nicked my face with his teeth. It was because of this that I had plastic surgery at the age of three one my face, which has left a faint scar on the left side of my face ever since. Also, Rocky was sent to "doggy heaven" after this event, a happening which I now live with the guilt of every day ever since.
     As a young lad not even yet in kindergarten, I signed up to play baseball and soccer with the local catholic parish, St. Martin of Tours, where I became a die hard sports fan and athlete.
     At the hearty age of 5, I began to attend Forder Elementary School in south St. Louis County. Kindergarten was a blast, I met new friends and learned not to eat my glue. I sat at the yellow table. While it was not yellow nor a table, well, yes it was a table, it helped me learn my colors, or at least color. I made a lot of friends that year, or so I thought, but that is a completely different story which I'll get into later. Kindergarten was a blast for me. But then first grade came along.
     I don't remember much from this year, so I think I'll pass. But second grade, now there's a year full of life changing events. For Christmas that year my family and I went to California to visit my aunt and uncle and cousins out there. When we got out there, I ended up getting strep throat really bad, one of my worst times ever. I eventually got over it though, after like a week, it was bad. One day my cousin, brother and I went down to a creek by their house, and it was all iced over. Well, we were standing on the ice, which was all cool, but then my cousin decided it would be cool to shoot the ice. Yeah, so he shot it, away from where we were, so it wasn't too bad. Well, on the way back to the house, my brother forgets that the ice was cracked in the spots that were shot, and when he stepped there he fell into the ice cold water. I started to cry because I thought my brother was going to die, but we pulled him out and ran to the house. When we got there, the main thing I remember from this event is that he had a deck of cards in his pocket, and God damn it, the cards were ruined. Oh well. The next day my family decided to go to Lake Tahoe and I said I wanted to say home and play micromachines with my cousin. That was a good time. The only other thing I really remember from this trip is dancing around the house to Milli Vanilli and on the plane ride back home I had the window seat and looked out and saw the wing about to fall off. It was kinda scary, oh well though, I'm still here and kickin'.
     Third grade is the next thing on my list of significance. My teacher was Ms. Gherardini (pronounced gare-uh-de-ne). Anywho, every week she would have a spelling test and that would always be the bonus word, spelling her last name. So ever since then it has stuck in my head. G-H-E-R-A-R-D-I-N-I. Oh well. Also that year I remember a girl in my class was accussed of cussing on the plaground. My teacher was pretty cool, so when we came in from recess, she set up a trial court to see if the girl was guilty of the "crime." I ended up being the jury foreman I believe, and my best girl bud who happened to be in my class, I remember her being the judge, in a robe that was way too big for her. Anywho, dont really remember the verdict we came up with, but I just remember it was a lot of fun gettting to go away from the cirriculumn and actually learning something through experience.
     Fourth grade usually comes after third grade, and it did for me too.

STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!!! I'll be updating this whenever i get the chance.

Now at the end of my first semester of college, I realize that this page is a bitch to keep working on, but over Xmas break Ill try to do some stuff on here. Lots to update about, but hell, I still gotta work my way through grade school and high school and whanot before I give the briefing on collge. Later ya'll hope every one is doing alright.