How it all began.My parents were very young when I came into this world. Not as young as some, but young enough to not do it right. My existence was based on a drunken night and lack of care. My mom was 19 and my dad was 18 when I was born. I had plenty of family who loved and cared for me.
I was born September 10, but I don't want to say which year. I was in South Carolina, in a small town nobody ever heard of. For the first 3 months, I lived in a small house near my grandfather's shoe shop. But we soon moved to the state I live in today, which again I will not say.
I lived with my great grandmother and great grandfather. My g-grandma is Japanese, and we call her Bachang, however the correct pronunciation is O'Baachan (and that means Great Aunt or Grandma, not even Great Grandma. But my mom called her that, and so did I.) My great grandfather was called Grandy. He was intelligent and witty, as some said, but I would never know for myself. He died when I was 5 months old. He smoked his whole life and it was cut short due to lung cancer.