Call me Hurricane: A Semi-true and Fucked up Story

Introduction: Call Me Hurricane

First off this is a story, my story, which has been enhanced for entertainment purposes only but I guarantee you most the really fucked up shit is, really fucking true.  The names and occupations of people have been changed, because as I said this is a semi-true story.

My Name is Heather, but you can call me Hurricane. Let me start by saying I have probably always been worthy of that nickname, but it wasn't given to me until I came to the most land locked place I have ever lived in my life. I grew up your average military brat, you know the type moving from place to place. My family well this isn't a story of how messed up they are so, we can save that for another story. I am fairly average in looks, picture a cross between Dafney from Scooby Doo and Patrick Stump from fallout boy, and you have me. I had gastric bypass in my early 20s and since then I really haven't had much trouble getting guys, keeping them is a whole other story and this story will over lap with a few exes and have a lot to do with what I am being told is called a super Ex .Being born in 1986 makes me a millennial and I will own that, except with the returning to live with my parents I returned to live with an ex. I am 30 unemployed, and out on bond.

I have thought about the best way to go about telling this story, so in the chapters that follow will be my best attempt to do so.