The Begining of Me

Well I guess the best place to start is when I was born. September 24, 1984 8:24 PM little 8 pound 8 ounce me came into the world. From what I understand I was initially going to be named John Edward Micheal Bischoff Kavinal Bolar. Yeah, I know what a mouthfull. Luckily my dad didn't actually want me to begin with so being named after him (the JEB end of things at least) was out the picture. I can honestly say at least one good thing came of not being wanted. I am not really sure how fair it is to say he didn't want me, because I came into existance on the idea that my mother was on the pill when she (obviously) was not. My parents were at least married when I was born. I am not sure if it was before or after she got pregnant, but either way its not like it lasted long anyhow. By the time I was two and a half the divorce was final. I really dont remember much of anything from then, but do remember having to go stay at my Grandma's house when my mom had to go to court. Some time after that my dad moved across the state to live in Lancaster. I didn't see him for a while after that.

I guess things were pretty normal for a while, aside from moving a bit more frequently than most people. We lived in the South Side of Pittsburgh for most of the time I was young. When it was coming time for me to start school I would ask my mom almost everyday if I was allowed to go yet, which is pretty funny concidering how things changed later on. Well eventually it was time for me to join the other kids in learning how to be a drone for the governement. For the first few years of school I was fairly normal. I had a few friends, we would hang out and play. I had a few enemies, we wouldn't. All pretty run of the mill. My mom would date here and there. I really don't remember too much of them until she met a guy named Jeff. At first he seemed pretty cool. I quickly grew to not like him at all. Now I can understand what was going on then, as I have been in the same situation and it's difficult.

Late March of 1990 my little sister, Ashley, was born. I am pretty sure Jeff, the father, was not around in the begining, but i was little and too busy playing in traffic to concern myself with such things.I really didn't like her from the begining. I had been the only child for a while by then and the older of the only two of our generation till then. Some time in '88 my cousin RJ was born, and Chris was born a couple of months before Ashley. Through my life RJ and Chris would come to be like my brothers and their mom like a second mom to myself. Trust me they had no shortage of brothers of their own though. She ended up having five boys before all was said and done. In the summers I would go and stay with them out in the country, doing all kinds of stupid boy things like making rickety ramps at the bottom of giant hills to go off on our bikes. (RJ loves that story lol, he flipped like 4 times end over end going off that ramp)

In second grade (I am still not entirely clear on why) we moved in with my mom's friend Anny, her husband Ken and their two kids Kenny and honestly, I have no clue what their daughters name was. We lived their for a while and being a kid it seemed like another day but looking back on it, it was kinda wierd. Regardless, after a while we moved back into a place of our own in Brentwood. We lived in this apartment complex called Greenlee Village. That's when things started getting wierd...