Oh, vanity, lets get to work, shall we?
This is me when I was a baby, On the left, of course. I was a model for alternative advertising.
All the money I received got to my head, though, as it does with many superstars. Especially those that were absolutely fugly fat children with jacked up grills. Me on the right, my buddy Wayne on the left. We were pretty heavy into the nose candy and smoking whatever we could get our hands on. The gangster life had completely taken over by this point. It was my eighth birthday.
Four years and three visits to rehab I finally got clean. My family and I could finally have some normal holidays without me binge drinking and cursing at mom. This is Christmas morning when I was twelve. You can see they finally put me in braces. Even though I was clean, I still had a little of the thug life influence in me.
I don't have much from my high school years. It was all pretty normal, like normal families. We did, however have to move a couple times during my younger years so we could help clear our family name. But this next photo was taken about a year or so ago during my freshman year at the University.
Me and my Frat bros knew how to throw down. PTK for life! Even if I did quit paying my dues and am currently on academic probation for another year. It's cool, though. My doctors say it was a relapse from when I was young and hooked on that shit. I just figure they don't know how to party.
That's really the most up to date stuff I have. I may take a photo tomorrow and post it up.
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06-17-08, 02:13 AM
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