The pupa

THE BORING STUFF

I suppose the best place to start is the beginning. My parents were 15 when they met. Both of them were lower class nothing special.  They quickly fell in love and the beginning of 1992 they had decided to have a child.  They were 17 when I was born on October 27, 1992.  I have deduced that , my parents being children when they had me, was the cause of my upbringing being subpar at best. 
I only remember one happy moment as a child. I had to of been 5 at the time, my Father was a landscaper for Turf Team, he brought me to work with him and his partner.  I was stuck waiting in the work truck while they mowed and weed whacked the fancy suburban homes.  He had bought me a pink iced doughnut which of course was mostly smeared on my face.  I then drank all of his iced coffee he had left in the cup holder.  Which he complained about and grabbed my head with one hand  then wobbled it back and forth roughly while he laughed so I knew he wasn't that upset.  We always played a game called ninja where we would take turns smacking each other but it had to be random like a surprise attack.  He would always win until that day.  He swung the back of his hand towards my chest and I threw my hand up blocking his hit.  He looked at me with surprise and pride in his eyes. Gave me a big side arm hug declaring his kid was a ninja. Squeezing me close and forcing my head into his sweaty armpit that smelled like onions.  I felt so proud and cool. 
Within eight years my parents had four daughters which pissed my father off because all he wanted was a son. There's an ongoing joke that when my dad blew out his 16th birthday candles he wished to be surrounded by beautiful girls. Since the universe is a big jokester it granted him with four beautiful daughters. My father had a big drinking problem and also enjoyed copious amounts of drugs. Most of my childhood memories are of parties and random drunk strangers.  Every birthday, holiday, and family get together had drugs and alcohol which in my opinion explains my habits.  I remember one morning waking up after a large party and there was a slice of American cheese hard as a rock and stuck to the kitchen table. 
We moved from place to place, town to town all throughout my younger years. Mostly staying with relatives or in small apartments. We lived in a rundown trailer in a tiny town called Braceville, Illinois when the third child was still in diapers. That's when my dad went to jail for a while. A few years later he ended up going to prison for almost beating a man to death in a bar bathroom.  I remember that being really rough on me even though he was an abusive alcoholic with explosive anger.
I guess it was rough on my mom too because before he was convicted I remember visiting him in jail and my mom telling him she was divorcing him.  After that we had no where to go so we stayed with my moms friend Cathy, her husband Bruce and their four kids. Which is where she met James who she ended up marrying.  There's only two memories I have of that place. I wanted corn rolls in my hair for picture day. My mom was stabbing my head so hard with Bobby pins I was crying. I almost missed the bus. I was running down the sidewalk tears streaming down my face. The bus stopped and when I got on this little shithead, Tyler Corwin the neighborhood asshole, says "you're welcome I made them stop. Are you crying? What a loser. who cries about missing the bus?". He would terrorize everyone on that street all the time. I wonder where he's at in life now? My other memory was all the adults sat down and watched children of the corn with the kids. Later that night we went for a drive and because it's Illinois, nothing but corn fields. They parked on a tracker drive turn off next to the corn and we were all already scared. Then they started banging on the roof screaming "oh no, it's the children of the corn here to kill us!"  That memory and the movie signs is the reason I am not a fan of corn fields. *Hahaha*
Now that I've given a prelude of background info we can begin the story. It's hard to find a good place to start this story that is my life but here goes......