I first stepped onto the scene in 1982 when my mother gave birth to me in a small Bolivian town named Cochabamba. My mother was a kind woman who spoke with a British accent despite her Vietnamese heritage. I lived a simple life as a child, spending most of my time serving as a sidekick to the village superhero, known as the "Drug Dealer." I was an asset to the Drug Dealer because of my incredible ability to run long distances and my unusually slow wit.August 3, 1987 was a day that would forever change my life. It was on this day that I discovered my father had invented something called "Cabbage Patch Kids." I hated those kids so much because my father had spent so much time with them and none with me. However, the success of these strange kids became my success when my dad sent me 10 grand and a one way ticket to Little Rock, Arkansas.It was in Little Rock that I discovered country music and my consequent hatred for it. My utter disgust for this music drove me to move as far away from Arkansas as possible. My exodus landed me in a rainy, coastal city known as Seattle, Washington. I befriended a young boy named Kurt, mainly because he owned a guitar, and proceeded to develop an "alternative" form of music based upon teenagers and their unique spirit.I now live by myself in a one bedroom, studio apartment in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. I don't have any friends, but I have plenty to keep me busy and a tiny elderly lady named Maria makes me breakfast every morning. Between playing Sonic the Hedgehog and teaching myself how to cross stich, I probably wouldn't have much time for friends anyway.
