Jeremy

I grew up in a single wide, metal siding trailer house, set out in the middle of a field that was owned by my late grandfather. Because he was a stockcar racer, our trailer was surrounded by old, beat up cars and other miscellaneous junk. My best friend and nearest neighbor, Jimbob, lived about three hundred yards away. Because there was nothing between our houses except for the cars and alfalfa, my brother and I had no problems hearing our mother when she started yelling "Dominic...Jeremy... GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!" Most of the people who lived around us had considerably more money than we did. My brother actually got sent home from school once because he didn't have shoes. I didn't really think about it till around sixth grade or roughly about the same time I started wanting to see girls naked. The lack of money, coupled with the fact that our father thought he was the brother of Jesus Christ (literally) meant that my brother and I were doomed to a life of geek hood. Needless to say I turned out socially retarded. That'll do wonders for creativity though!