I may have been in my early twenties when i began this.

Time has seen fit to leave me with very vague memories.

I do know that it had been a particular awkward time in my life.

College. Depression. Feelings of utter despair for no real reason. Suicidal thoughts. And ultimately the passing of my mother.

Those moments in time I recorded here. Hidden away from prying eyes. Hidden away from myself.

After she passed, my mother Marcella, I only found it fitting to become a waste. I drownded myself in lovely cocaine and ever seductive drink.

And finally when I had lost everything. Money. Happiness. Dignity. Friends. I left. I ranaway. I ran to SinCity.

While there my indulgences only grew and grew. My hunger for nothingness became almot insatiable. And I paid the price.

Met many a good friend. Lost many more good friends. Homelessness. Emptiness. Sadness. And eventually a mission.

Literally.

The LVRM. A rehab program centered around my only loving enemy at the time - Jesus. Go figure.

I stayed. I sobered up. I became SAVED. I met the father of my three beautiful children. And we ran away to hell. Texas.

Terrible ups and downs. Terrible lies. Fighting. Pain. And violence. And CPS. And than clarity.

Jobs. Money. He and I became partners in crime instead of enemies out of love. We had our girl. Then another. And then the boy.

Still happiness faded. Texas suffocated. Dry. Boring. I was not bred country tough. I was born urban smart. And the dullness became too much.

So we ran away back to SinCity. And I find myself happier. My heart lighter. My mind at ease. And I am ready to give theRiot, ShyThug, and the RuckPup all the adventure they can stand.

*RoockStar*