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I was born to very loving
parents. My fauther owned several apartment complexesis in New York,
New York and lived on the out skirts of the town in a very nice
suburb. My memories of that time whill good are over cast by what
happened on a cold november day whin I was six. I remeber that
someone came pounding on the door and my fauthers loud voice. My
mother was frightened and made me hide in the closit. I dont actualy
remember the rest. But I know from the reports that who ever it was
attacked and killed my parents. Even though I saw every thing I have
blocked it from my memories. The night mares haunt me still. After
that I went to live with my grandmother on her small country estate.
It was nice, I learned to ride and got along okay in school. Even
though I had to see a therapist once a week. Global Object - GO I
enjoyed being with my grandmother. She was very understanding and
never forced me to become involved in anything If i didnt want to.
Unfortunatly she was farly old and one day whin I was 13 I came home
to find her on the floor in the kitchin after she had a stroke. I
called 911 and waited. I did a lot of waiting. I waited for the
abalance. I waited for news. I waited for my aunt from chicago to
arrive. I waited for my grandmother to wake up. Only she never did.
She lay in a bed for another year befor she died, but she never woke
up. I went to live with my aunt after that. I didnt much like the
school I went to there. Most of the other children acted as if I
should be some sort of tuff guy. I ended up in a lot of fights. The
teachers blamed it on things that happened in the past. Blamed the
fights on me. It didnt mater how oftain I tried to tell them that the
others started it, they never listened. I dont think the therapist
ever listened ether. Thats why I quit going whin I started coladge. I
studied severle things. While I was on a general degree I power
loaded the coarses. Its not like I sleep all that much. I know what
waits from me whin I go to bed. Its hard to sleep whin one has
nightmares about ones parents murder. I dislike chicago and have no
intention at this time to return to new york, I think I'll go
someplace were no one know me. Someplace just a little difrint. Just
as long as I dont have to talk to another head shrinker.
