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December 7th, 2025
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It all starts somewhere…
My life started off as most lives do. My father, James, met a woman, fell in love, married, and had children. I was the second oldest of three boys, AKA the middle child. There was my older brother Austin, myself Preston, and my youngest brother Mason. With all of us being about 2 years apart in age, we grew up quite close-knit.
Looking back, it’s all a blur to me. I do not remember much of my early years growing up. I don’t feel like I actually “woke up” until about 10 years old or so. This is because this is where things took a major turn for me. After having caught his wife cheating on him, my father divorced. The divorce did not take a hard toll on me or my brothers at first, for we really did not understand and couldn’t fully grasp the concept of a divorce. But this separation would make room for lots of problems to come.
My dad had shared custody of his children. So we would stay at his house for half of the week, and we would stay at our biological mother’s house for the other half. While staying with my biological mother, life was a hell hole of a paradise. The reason being is that she let her children do whatever they pleased whenever they pleased. And what happens when you let a kid do whatever they want? They run batshit wild. Rice Crispies for breakfast and pretzels for dinner.