jbgot2bfree
Member since:
October 09, 2006
Bios are such self serving things, especially when you have to write them yourself. So that being the case, I will start from the beginning...
I was born in Los Angeles on a cloudy and rainy day, I remember it well, especially that crack on the ***. Hey I guess I deserved it, my mom was crying out in all kinds of pain, so I guess I was a bad boy from second one! That's how I got the stigma of black sheep in the family.
The next day I was taken home and put into a barrel where I was cleaned, fed, and educated through the bung hole. Again, I remember those 18 years well.
After that they pulled the nails from the barrel, dumped a bucket of water on me and then shaved everything off and set me loose on the world, never to look back on the kindness of my upbringing.
Boy it was fortunate that I found that van down by the river with the keys in it ready to drive, otherwise I would not have had a place to live. I do wonder why that fat guy was chasing me as I was driving away though.
