Lela asked me never to cut my hair this short again lol… This was back in 1997 if I remember correctly, shortly after Brandon’s Dad and I seperated

I remember this one day in 1986 while I was in the sixth grade that I’ll never ever forget. I was supposed to have my clothes out the night before and ready for school, I didn’t do it and woke up the next morning frantically looking for something to wear. Everything seemed to be dirty.

Now lets go back a few months….
Months prior my Grandmother had given me (I’m not sure why) two of her old polyester pants I just kinda looked at them and said thanks and they as you could imagine remained hanging up in my closet. Now that I think about it I should of thrown them out right away.

Back to that school day….
My Mom after getting upset with me for not getting something out the night before or getting clothes to do laundry did the unthinkable and told me to wear these ugly orange polyester pants that looked like they were straight out of the 70’s. They for the most part looked just like the pair to the right. I remember the look and the feel of these pants all too well. I remember the way they looked on me as I looked down and the bottoms of them swayed back and forth as if I was the school bell when I walked. I remember how embarrassed I was all day and most importantly how embarrassed I was sitting next to one of the most popular girls in the class.

Did your parents ever do anything like this to you? Or I guess I should say did you ever do anything like this to yourself?

We all have scars on our body from things that have happened to us; today I’m going to point out a few.

This first one is something people always ask me about when they see it. It happened when I was about four years old up in San Francisco. We had our windows all pushed opened to let the air in and I had my hand sitting on the ledge looking down out the window. And out of no where the window came crashing down crushing my nail, deforming it for life, see photo.

I believe it was about 1981-1982 me and my brothers were chasing each other around the house. We had a walk through kitchen and my oldest Brother was coming one direction and I was going up the other and we both slammed into each other and bam!!! My head hit the corner of the wall. I reached back and saw that my head was bleeding so off to the ER we went. I believe I only needed to get about five stitches thankfully

It was 1984-1985 I believe, and I was in school playing around on the monkey bars. I was swinging and went to jump onto another bar and I slipped. My tongue was out of my mouth a little and my chin slammed onto a bar forcing my mouth to shut making me bite my tongue. Thankfully the school was only a few blocks away from a hospital and I didn’t bite off my tongue completely although it was close. For some time after that I was forced to be on a very strict liquid diet till it was able to heal up. I believe it was for 3 months although I could be wrong.

I have so many other things I could write about but I’ll just limit it to those three.