*Today is May 3rd 2006.*
A tragedy happened on May 3rd 1996.
Somebody very close to me died.
Someone who I havent met, but have heard lots about.
My father died 10 years ago, today.
I never met him though, not even once.
My own father.
I cant blame it on anyone except the man that took his life away,
himself.
Ive heard lots of stories about how he would of done so much with me,
if he were alive today.
And it sucks so much knowing that those things will never happen.
We would of went out fishing, camping, to the zoo,
you know, father and son kind of things.
If I could just spend one day with him..
Just if I could meet him once.
"Id truly be in heaven".

My Auto-Biography

I went straight to foster care when I was born because my real parents were alcoholics and werent "liable" to take care of me. I moved into a foster home when I was 5 days old. And they adopted me when I was 3. My real parents both died. My mom died when I was 2, of serosis of the liver, and my dad died when I was 5, suicide (o.d. on pills). I never met either one of them. Although I have met just about everyone on my dad's side of the family. I go out to Palm Springs, California every year to stay with my grandma. I help her out around the house and with her career (karaoke KJ). I love her very much.
Yes, I am gay, if you havent figured it out yet. You know that lots of foster kids have been sexually harrased or raped or whatever in their childhood (which is why they are in foster care), anyways, well, in their heads, that is the right thing to do. And you know how some kids are always "playing around". well, I did that with some of the foster boys (when we were only about 5 or 6. I never do it anymore though. I came out to everyone when I was 13 and in the 7th grade. Everyone started judging me, and so I became goth and depressed about that. and ashamed of who I was. thats bad huh? Now, I have lots of friends, no one ever makes fun of me anymore, because they know me and they know how i will make their life a living hell.