I was born March 6,1993 at 3:01 in the morning during a thunderstorm. When I was 3 my mother moved me and my brother out to New Mexico where I spent the next 12 years. I was always doing good in school even when I started smoking the ganja in the seventh grade. But when I got into high school I feared for my life. I was one of four white kids in my school and I was constantly surrounded by gangs. La Raza, West Side, South Side, Bloods, Crips, whatever you could find they were in my school. And all of them carried either a gun or a knife. So I did the only thing I thought I could do, I started ditching school everyday just to stay away from the gangs and i started hanging with the skaters at my school, cuz they were the only ones that I got along with. And my days were good after that, but after the school year was over my mom decided it would be better for me to live in Maine so she sent me to live with my dad. The only reason she didn't move back to Maine as well was because she had joint custody of my little brother and sister and she couldn't take them out of state. But anyway I moved up here and started my sophmore year and I was able to be comfortable and not fear for my life. Then when I started school the one of the first people I became friends with was a guy named Cody, the first Juggalo I ever met. We started talking about music and I realized we both like d ICP, this was before I was a Juggalo I just like the music really. But after hanging out with him and few other los and lettes I realized that being a Juggalo was a good thing. It made me feel like I had a real family again since my father and I have never had a good relationship from the get go. But anyway since that day I've never regretted becoming a Juggalo, and thats my story.