About Me Bio
My story and life starts in 1980 when I was born, not too many months from when Regan took office. My mother was twenty-nine and my father was forty-four and they were married a few years earlier. It was my father’s fourth marriage, the last and the longest, as it lasted till his death until 2007. And my mother’s first and only up to this date, September 30, 2013.
Most of my childhood I guess could be considered normal. There were issues, bullies for the top billing of my troubles. And up until I dropped out of highschool it felt as if I had a proverbial target on my back, but I’m jumping ahead too quickly. During that time I had few friends as time went on that number dropped till I had none the tenth grade, until that point I was an A/B student but then every thing plummeted. It’s because of that I personally hold public schooling in disdain it needs to be fixed, and no one wants to do what needs to be done. But that is an argument for another time and place. Also during my youth I had issues with depression, and still do.
It was when I dropped out of high-school that my relationship with my mother suffered a noise dive, and it’s not what you would think, the reason I dropped out was at that point things had gotten so bad I had stopped eating breakfast & lunch, actual physical assault, and the straw that broke the camels back a death threat in open class with no reaction from the school and he knew physical details (location, looks what’s in the backyard kind of stuff) about my home at the time that really scared me. He even tried to see me in my next class, something that actually bothered the teacher of that class. It was at that point that I couldn’t handle it anymore, there was no way I was going back. But for my mother, that was a burden. She slapped in the face and told me I was ruining her life. She had went back to collage and my problems weren’t on her timetable to deal with. To make things short I dropped out and she did her thing.
With my father things were good, not perfect but good. He tried to be there as best he could and for the most part was. He was the one who supported me in everything I tried to do after I dropped out of highschool. Despite my mother’s protests sometimes. It was around 1999 that I went into business at first with my mother at first with the use of a company SMC that you would pay a membership to so that you could buy wholesale goods from them to sale in a retail store. SMC was a mistake to go with they sold their access to anyone to the point of an over glut in the market of sellers. My mother also bought services from them to build an online store for over two thousand dollars, it wasn’t long after that the Internet bubble popped. One last thing my mother had a habit of wanting to sell with things with out actually having bought it yet, that would be fine generally, but SMC had a habit of going out of stock of thing way too often, and that got me into trouble once. She never listened to me and still doesn’t.
After that I went my own way with the business selling games, mainly collectable card games like magic, middle earth/lord of the rings, pokemon, star trek, star wars and, yugioh. I also sold collectable game figures and non collectable ones, along with other little things. I did well until 2007 between the economy and my father's death I let things go.
During my childhood was the time I got started on fantasy & science fiction, since when you’re lonely its nice to get a way from that stark reality, I would even draw up maps for fantasy based lands and worlds, and sometimes stories to go with them. It was also around that time that I fell in love with the WB animated version of the Hobbit, Flight of Dragons, and Return of the King. I also got into Star Trek during that time. I also got into the collectable card games Magic the Gathering and Star Trek. I’d later started developing my own fantasy card sets for MtG and creating background stories for them.
It was some time after that I actually began to seriously think about writing stories. It wasn’t till around two thousand and eleven that I literally started to do that writing.
Since I gave up my business I’ve been trying to get a job, something hard to do in this current market considering all the issues stacked against it. In that pursuit I went to a few places one of which was for help with depression. If someone asked me my opinion of that place today I’d tell them to not go there, they weren’t any help, if anything I think they might have made things worse. Eventually I got into a job training program and worked for a little over four months at the goodwill. It was after that I developed a health issue after helping my mother tear apart an old raised planting bed, a blood clot in my leg. At first I didn’t know I had it, originally I thought I had a sore muscle or something. Then I started to develop a pain in my back left side, at the time I thought I had a kidney stone. At the time I didn’t know that I had a serious problem, since I didn’t have the funds to see a doctor or get around I waited. It was clots in my lungs and eventually things got bad really bad, I could barely breath when I would stand. My mother’s reaction to my condition was to roll her eyes and complain. I finally got to a hospital on May 31st 2012 it was then I learned of my condition. During that time despite being told about it my mother decided she had better things to do. And even complained when I needed to be picked up from the hospital.
Afterwards I had a hard time finding further treatment for the clot in my leg, with the cost of doctors and medicine having added up over ten thousand dollars, I even tried to raise some kind of funding during that time when I couldn’t get any aid but all I ever got was twenty dollars after months of work. Eventually I racked up more debt for further treatment, I even had to sell the only stuff I had from my father to pay for treatment. And had to start all over on the job search front, not to mention resurgent depression that seemed worse then ever before.
Which leaves me here at this point and time.
My story and life starts in 1980 when I was born, not too many months from when Regan took office. My mother was twenty-nine and my father was forty-four and they were married a few years earlier. It was my father’s fourth marriage, the last and the longest, as it lasted till his death until 2007. And my mother’s first and only up to this date, September 30, 2013.
Most of my childhood I guess could be considered normal. There were issues, bullies for the top billing of my troubles. And up until I dropped out of highschool it felt as if I had a proverbial target on my back, but I’m jumping ahead too quickly. During that time I had few friends as time went on that number dropped till I had none the tenth grade, until that point I was an A/B student but then every thing plummeted. It’s because of that I personally hold public schooling in disdain it needs to be fixed, and no one wants to do what needs to be done. But that is an argument for another time and place. Also during my youth I had issues with depression, and still do.
It was when I dropped out of high-school that my relationship with my mother suffered a noise dive, and it’s not what you would think, the reason I dropped out was at that point things had gotten so bad I had stopped eating breakfast & lunch, actual physical assault, and the straw that broke the camels back a death threat in open class with no reaction from the school and he knew physical details (location, looks what’s in the backyard kind of stuff) about my home at the time that really scared me. He even tried to see me in my next class, something that actually bothered the teacher of that class. It was at that point that I couldn’t handle it anymore, there was no way I was going back. But for my mother, that was a burden. She slapped in the face and told me I was ruining her life. She had went back to collage and my problems weren’t on her timetable to deal with. To make things short I dropped out and she did her thing.
With my father things were good, not perfect but good. He tried to be there as best he could and for the most part was. He was the one who supported me in everything I tried to do after I dropped out of highschool. Despite my mother’s protests sometimes. It was around 1999 that I went into business at first with my mother at first with the use of a company SMC that you would pay a membership to so that you could buy wholesale goods from them to sale in a retail store. SMC was a mistake to go with they sold their access to anyone to the point of an over glut in the market of sellers. My mother also bought services from them to build an online store for over two thousand dollars, it wasn’t long after that the Internet bubble popped. One last thing my mother had a habit of wanting to sell with things with out actually having bought it yet, that would be fine generally, but SMC had a habit of going out of stock of thing way too often, and that got me into trouble once. She never listened to me and still doesn’t.
After that I went my own way with the business selling games, mainly collectable card games like magic, middle earth/lord of the rings, pokemon, star trek, star wars and, yugioh. I also sold collectable game figures and non collectable ones, along with other little things. I did well until 2007 between the economy and my father's death I let things go.
During my childhood was the time I got started on fantasy & science fiction, since when you’re lonely its nice to get a way from that stark reality, I would even draw up maps for fantasy based lands and worlds, and sometimes stories to go with them. It was also around that time that I fell in love with the WB animated version of the Hobbit, Flight of Dragons, and Return of the King. I also got into Star Trek during that time. I also got into the collectable card games Magic the Gathering and Star Trek. I’d later started developing my own fantasy card sets for MtG and creating background stories for them.
It was some time after that I actually began to seriously think about writing stories. It wasn’t till around two thousand and eleven that I literally started to do that writing.
Since I gave up my business I’ve been trying to get a job, something hard to do in this current market considering all the issues stacked against it. In that pursuit I went to a few places one of which was for help with depression. If someone asked me my opinion of that place today I’d tell them to not go there, they weren’t any help, if anything I think they might have made things worse. Eventually I got into a job training program and worked for a little over four months at the goodwill. It was after that I developed a health issue after helping my mother tear apart an old raised planting bed, a blood clot in my leg. At first I didn’t know I had it, originally I thought I had a sore muscle or something. Then I started to develop a pain in my back left side, at the time I thought I had a kidney stone. At the time I didn’t know that I had a serious problem, since I didn’t have the funds to see a doctor or get around I waited. It was clots in my lungs and eventually things got bad really bad, I could barely breath when I would stand. My mother’s reaction to my condition was to roll her eyes and complain. I finally got to a hospital on May 31st 2012 it was then I learned of my condition. During that time despite being told about it my mother decided she had better things to do. And even complained when I needed to be picked up from the hospital.
Afterwards I had a hard time finding further treatment for the clot in my leg, with the cost of doctors and medicine having added up over ten thousand dollars, I even tried to raise some kind of funding during that time when I couldn’t get any aid but all I ever got was twenty dollars after months of work. Eventually I racked up more debt for further treatment, I even had to sell the only stuff I had from my father to pay for treatment. And had to start all over on the job search front, not to mention resurgent depression that seemed worse then ever before.
Which leaves me here at this point and time.
