18. Grew up in California, several different areas. First 8 years was in a small town, Lathrop, near Stockton and Manteca. My parents got divorced because my mom was a heroin addict and my dad was sick of it. My father left, and my mom found another man. They never married, but were together for several years, so I considered him my step dad. He was a heavy user, so he got my mom even deeper into the shit. He was an alcoholic also, and he used to beat the shit out of me and my bro. I brandished a large knife in his face and told him I will fucking kill him if he keeps doing that shit, and he straightened up a little, atleast with the violence. The rest of my family found out about this shit going on, and had us moved in with our father, to the Point Sur Naval Facility, in Big Sur, California. I was around 12 then. Nothing really happened here, and about 4-5 years later, my parents got back together, went to vegas and remarried.
It was really nice to live with my mom and dad again. But it didnt last long. My mom got into heroin again, and ended up quitting. This is where things got shitty. She is bipolar, and a schizophrenic, and she landed herself into a mental hospital. This was only about a year and a half ago. I would get calls from her, and she would be pretty hysterical, saying that the workers there are raping her and they are going to kill her. That shit was pretty fucking hard to listen to, whether true or not. After a month or so in the luny bin, she was decently sane again, and was sent to a normal rehab place, Genesis House in Seaside. All of this, my father was paying for, and it made him go broke. He was laid off in 06 and never re-hired, so he spent all of the money he planed to retire on trying to get her better. We lost the house we were renting in may of last year, and my mom was out and clean by then. She rented a room from another one of her sober buddies in Seaside, and my father went to Utah to live with his daughter from a previous marriage.
I bummed around until I graduated in June, staying at different friends houses for a week or two at a time.
In November of last year, I enlisted into the United States Marine Corps, and in December, tore a ligament and was sent home for 6 months.
When I got home, I didnt really have a home. I wasnt allowed to live in my friends houses anymore, the two main people I stayed with, one of them, their parents didnt want me to stay there( his girlfriend had moved in during my trip to boot, so they didnt have enough room) and my other homies landlord said if he has anyone staying there for more than 2 weeks, the rent will have to be raised. So, I had to come out to lame ass park city, Utah and live with my uncle. And that is where I am now.
I dont think I am really smart or anything like that, but I am interested in the pursuit of knowledge and experience, I want to travel to many places around the world and see the different sights there are to see. I like exploring, the world, and my own mind. I enjoy taking psychedelic substances and going into a meditative state to explore my subconscious. It is very enlightening. I have had one "out of body" experience, it was actually more like an out of mind experience, I didnt even have thoughts. I was just a thing, floating through the universe.
Oh, and I am not religious in any way. I do not believe in any sort of afterlife or higher power, whether good or evil. I do not even believe in the words good or evil, since they imply there is a higher power.