or those who don’t know me, I’m one of those people who’s alwaysmister niceguy, almost too much so. My innocence sometimes shows in my boyishappearance. I think this gives me charm. Well you decide.I was born in 1980, I grew up in Charlotte, North Carolina. I was one of those kids that the medical profession likes to coin as ADHD, AttentionDeficit Hyperactive Disorder. Maybe it because of over stimulation orbad parenting, I really don't know. My childhood was pure misery.Emotionally I was ultra sensitive, which is common in abused children.In school the kids found me easy pray. Not only that the same stuff went on at home.My mother is an extremely moody person, but not in a bipolar way. If Italked too loudly or if I accidentally touched her she would promptlyget out the wooden spoon. She taught me to be submissive, becausewhenever I fought back I would end up burned.She withheld love from me, by spending her evenings ushering at thelocal concert hall, instead of taking care of my sister and I. Her missingpresence in my life was more of blessing than a hindrance.Whenever I made my mom angry, which was easy to do, she wouldoften send my dad to finish the job. My sister received the sametreatment, but like most abused kids she would take her anger out onme. I spent my childhood trying to escape this hell, but no one cared.My father was a conservative Christian fundamentalist, but this wasfaçade only, as he had a nasty temper. He tried to make my life asnormal as possible for my sister and I, but failed miserably at it. Manytimes I was beaten until it was too painful to think about it anymore. Iwould hide in my mind as it was the only escape I had.