Who am I?

Well in elementary I was in a program called odyssey of the mind but after school I caused hell. Before middle school most of my friends had already quit school. My love of acting led to me performing the comedic act in middle school drama. A frog, turkey, and a class nerd. I was also so lucky to be part of part of a pilot program where some kids rehabilitated wild animals. It's where I got bit by a 13 foot python, took care of a tarantula, barred owl, and screech owl. I took summer school classes to learn how to repair computers. All while having not the greatest reputation with most of the administration. Until the end of my time there. But I also had a teacher that taught me men can be good. If it wasn't for Mr. Rose who knows where I would be. He also had a daughter that OMG I was lucky to be in her presence. Then comes high school where I spent most of my time working after school, attending parties, and sleeping in school. I had no choice​ though when it came to working I wasn't a privileged kid. The second youngest in my freshman class. I was a 16 year old senior. And the only way I got away from work was I joined the girls basketball cheerleading squad where I was a lifter. Learned basics of mechanical working from my boss and papaw. My grandparents were the only family members that understood me. R.I.P. I took every math class​ I could because it was simple to me. And every class that was offered in shop. Architectural drafting, mechanical drafting, intro and advanced construction and then metal shop whatever the hell it was called. 

Well yes I was in to drugs but worked and lived with a roommate while going to school. He became my best friend in high school John Deaton. But I graduated High School and two months later shipped off to Air Force Boot camp at the age of 17. It's where I learned I was done with the abuse and following orders. I got an entry level separation one month before 9/11. 6 months of working and doing as I wanted. I fell asleep in the back of a car that joined the Cirque du Soleil. Woke up 2 months late in UofL burn center.

So after all that trying to satisfy what everyone else thought was best for me. Walking again. And my entire family shunning me because I failed. I decide that if I was going to live until my natural death. I had to get out of my own head. With the assistance of doctors over prescribing me and forcing antidepressants on me. I became a zombie version of myself. Drank to black out, over dosed on my prescriptions daily, and began selling weed. To substitute the $650 a month check I got on disability. I owned a double wide paid lot rent and all my bills and fed myself with food from time to time but mostly Jaeger, Vodka, oxys, fentanyl and Xanax with weed just for the hell of it. From then on until I fired my doctors went to rehab and quit cold turkey from opiates and barbiturates until I met my father and lived with him for a little while. Then back to alcohol opiates barbiturates but now picked up heroine. Overdose on Xanax put me back in a psych ward. After separating myself from that family I was able to finally quit it all and I am in control of my own medicinal marijuana routine got some weight back had a business and surpassed my life expectancy of 36. Traffic accident victims in their youth early make it another 18 years. Yeah well I say fuck that I'll surpass them all.