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I HAVE DECIDED TO TELL THE STORY OF MY LIFE, IN SOMETHING LIKE A WEEKLY BLOG ENTRY. THIS INFORMATION IS FOR THE IDIVIDUALS IN MY LIFE WHO THINK THEY KNOW ABOUT ME, AND THE INDIVIDUALS IN MY LIFE THAT WANT TO KNOW ABOUT ME. ALOT OF TIMES PEOPLE THINK THAT THEY KNOW SOMEBODY, HAVE THEM PEGGED FOR WHAT THEY THINK IS REALITY, WHEN ACTUALLY THEY ARE OVERLOOKING THE ACTUAL FACTS OF THE SITUATION. I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW ME, STRAIGHT FROM ME, THAT WAY THERE IS NO LONGER A SPECULATION AS TO WHO OR WHAT I AM. WANT TO KNOW THE PAST AND PRESENT DETAILS OF MY LIFE? WANT TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AND TAKE A GUESS AS TO WHEN I WILL BE DEAD, OR WHEN I WILL BE IN JAIL? I HAVE THE MOST INSANE LIFE YOU HAVE EVER BEEN EXPOSED TO. PAY ATTENTION, THIS IS mE ... clyde bundyABOUT FABRON MILLER - I WAS BORN IN LOUISIANA, IN A SHIT HOLE TOWN CALLED MORGAN CITY. I LIVED A NORMAL CHILDHOOD, I GUESS, LIVING IN A TRAILER UNTIL I WAS 8. I MOVED FROM THERE TO A HOUSE IN A SUBDIVISION OF MIDDLE CLASS HOMES AND PEOPLE. WHITE PEOPLE, NO THUGS, NO GANGSTERS, NOBODY ANYMORE DANGEROUS THEN A SCARED WHITE KID DEALING WEED WITH A 9MM IN HIS PANTS. I WAS AN ONLY CHILD UNTIL I WAS 10, AND THEN MY PARENTS HAD MY BROTHER. GROWING UP I WAS REALLY JUST BESTFRIENDS WITH MY DOG, A PITBULL NAMED ROXY. I HAD TO PUT HER TO SLEEP WHEN I WAS 16. I GOT HER WHEN I WAS 2. I TOOK THAT HARD, SOMETIMES SNEEKING OUT THE HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO TALK TO HER AT HER GRAVE I DUG FOR HER. I MISS HER. SPENT ALOT OF MY TIME PUNISHED CAUSE OF BAD GRADES. I WAS SMART, SO SMART WHEN I WAS IN ELEMENTARY THAT I WAS TESTED TO SKIP GRADES ON TWO DIFFERENT OCCASSIONS. FUCKED BOTH OF THOSE TESTS UP. I FELT PRESSURED AND BUCKLED.STARTED DOING DRUGS AT 15, EXPERIMENTING, SMOKED ALOT OF WEED. STILL DO. AT 17 I GOT ADDICTED TO LSD, YES, I SAID LSD. I DID THE SHIT FOR DAYS ON END, THROUGH WORK, SCHOOL, LIFE. SHIT BURNED MY BRAIN IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. I'VE NEVER BEEN RIGHT EMOTIONALLY SINCE THEN. MY AUNT GOT ME HIGH FOR THE FIRST TIME, ON WEED, TAUGHT ME HOW TO SELL IT. FROM BREAKING IT DOWN, TO WIEGHT, TO BEING ADULT ABOUT IT AND NOT DRAW ATTENTION TO MYSELF. I GOT HIGH WITH JUST ABOUT EVERYBODY IN MY FAMILY, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF MY DAD'S MOM AND MY MOM. ME AND MY MOM NEVER GOT ALONG, EVEN ENDING UP GETTING PHYSICAL ONE TIME. NOT PROUD OF IT, BUT I DONE IT. I WAS ACCUSED OF HER DRINKING, OR BEING THE REASON SHE DRANK. I HATED HER DRINKING AND BLAMED IT FOR THE REASON I DIDNT HAVE A MOTHER THAT CARED ABOUT ME. I HAVE ALOT OF SCARS FROM THAT, OR MAYBE VOIDS, OR BOTH. ITS CONFUSING SOMETIMES, I TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT.I MET MY FIRST WIFE WHEN I WAS 15. I WAS A NERD, SHE WAS A PRETTY AND VERY MUCH LIKED GIRL IN MY CLASS. I WAS ALWAYS STONED AND SLEEPING, WHILE SHE WAS A STRAIGHT A STUDENT AND INTO ATHLETICS. WE HAD MUTUAL FRIENDS, BUT I HAD NEVER REALLY TALKED TO HER. ONE DAY WE HAD A DRUG DOG COME TO SCHOOL, AND I HAD A BUNCH OF BLUNT ROACHES IN A CIGARETTE PACK. I HAD TO EAT THEM, AND I ENDED UP HIGH AS SHIT BY THE TIME THE BELL RANG. WHEN I GOT INTO THE HALL WAY, OUR MUTUAL FRIENDS AND HERSELF THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY WHAT I HAD TO DO. SHE CALLED ME A LOSER. LOL., LIKE I HAVEN'T HEARD THAT BEFORE. WE ENDED UP SITTING BY EACH OTHER IN ENGLISH CLASS AND GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER. I ASKED HER ONE DAY TO TUTOR ME, LOL, KNOWING I JUST WANTED SOME BOOTY. SHE FELL FOR IT, STARTED TUTORING ME AND WE ENDED UP FALLING IN LOVE. SHE AND I DID GOOD FOR A YEAR, THEN IT GOT ROCKY WITH BREAK UPS AND CONTROLLING ISSUES. ALCOHOL NEVER HELPED, NOR THE FACT THAT I CHEATED ON HER RELIGOUSLY. SHE DOESN'T KNOW THE EXTENT OF IT, BUT I STOPPED COUNTING AT 60 OR SO DURING THE TIME WE WERE TOGETHER. I WAS INTO MUSIC AND I CAPITALIZED ON IT TO SLEEP WITH GIRLS. I DONT KNOW WHY I DID IT, WISH I WOULDN'T HAVE NOW THAT I LOOK BACK. SHE WAS AN AWESOME GIRL, AND I MARRIED HER BECAUSE OF IT. I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT TO HER, BUT I GUESS EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. WE DIVORCED LESS THAN A YEAR AFTER WE MARRIED. I HOOKED UP WITH MY SECOND WIFE 3 DAYS AFTER WE SPLIT, THATS WHERE MY LIFE AND CARMA I GUESS CAME BACK TO HAUNT ME..this is where my life took a drastic turn, actually felt like my graduation point to being an adult. my music career had got stale, bad management and lack of money. my second wife and i had met previously at a show i had at the cajundome in lafayette with master p and his son romeo. she came with a friend of mine to accompany me and my first wife to the show. after the show we all went out. i had surgery the night before so i remember being fucked up on pain pills, alcohol and weed real bad. there wasnt much communication between me and her that night, but the next day we kinda had our moments. fast forward back to 3 days after my seperation with my first wife. im going out with one of my homeboys and we decided to goto a club in my hometown area. i didnt feel like fucking with any girls, so i was pretty much keeping to myself. she walked up to me asking where my first wife was and i told her we split up. we talked for a minute or two and went got drinks. i remember her grabbing my hand on the way to the bar. i didnt look at her like that till she made that move. now i was paying attention. we had drinks, think we even danced a little. she could dance, i couldnt, but it was still some hot shit. we slow danced to purple rain that night. last song of the night. my chain and hat was on her and i think i fell in love with her that night. actually, i know i did. we left and went to another club, made out the entire 20 minute ride to the club. my boy liked her, so it was a crazy thing to do, but fuck it shit happens. we scored a soma in the club and split it, drank ourselves retarded, and ended up on my streetbike trying to find a hotel. we got there, had crazy sex, and i wrote her my phone number on a peice of paper - my number and the name POWDER on it. shit was funny, joe dirt reminds me of that night when i see it. we started seeing each other, but i was still fucking my first wife too, so that made for some fucked up shit. i remember my second wife finding out about it and then all hell broke loose. i didnt know i ws bi-polar at the time, so i flipped the fuck out and ended up trying to bring harm to my first wife. kinda lost my shit for a minute. i remember going up to my dad after wilding out in new orleans, handing him the gun and telling him to help me. he brought me to the hospital, they issued a PEC (physicians emergency certificate), shackled me and transported me to a mental hospital in lafayette. in the hospital, i found out that my second wife was pregnant and claimed the baby never developed a heartbeat. she told me that she had to have an abortion because it was the best precedure for the situation. it fucked me up, i cant deny that at all. they gave me prozaic in the hospital, which was a misdiagnosis like major. while i was out, i ended up breaking a guy out the hospital. that was sum funny shit. i ended up not sleeping much for several days, like 11 i think. maybe 30 minutes to an hr a day. i ended up superpsycotic to the point where i couldnt function. they told me at the hospital that i had to sign myself in or they were going to PEC me again. i signed. went in and they doped me up for like two days and i slept about 27 hrs i think. when i woke up they gave me prozaic again and i flipped out bad. i wanted my keys, i wanted to leave and they wouldnt let me. so i wilded out in the hospital and broke out of it. it was a stand off at the front of the hospital between myself and staff. the police came and brought a fucking dog. they arrested me when i couldnt get back in the hospital.. yea i tried to go back in lol. they transported me to the parish jail, i remember a reporter being out there filming something and the camera man put the camera in my face. i kept spitting at the camera and telling them to get the camera out my fucking face. funny shit. they made me stay there for 28hrs. they gave me a phone call and i called the hospital back threatening them. lol how stupid was that. so needless to say they transported me from the jail to another hospital an hr or so away. i remember laughing at the security gaurds old ass and the 8 ft privacy fence on side the main road outta town, right before i took the night meds they gave me. i settled down, thinking of how they done fucked up by putting me there, i wasnt about to stay in that bitch...NOW FROM AN OUTSIDERS STANDPOINT, A PERSON COULD EASILY SPECULATE THAT I'VE TOTALLY LOST MY SHIT FOR TELLING THIS STORY AND EVEN MORE SO FOR THE DETAILS COMING UP. I PERSONALLY DONT CARE WHO GETS OFFENDED BY IT OR WHO IT HURTS. I HAVE ENDURED MORE HARDSHIPS IN MY LIFE DUE TO MY LOVE FOR OTHER PEOPLE, AND AN UNCONTROLLABLE MENTAL DISORDER THAT THOSE PEOPLE LEFT ME ALONE TO DEAL WITH. IT WAS USED AGAINST ME IN MANY CASES, CALLING ME CRAZY WHEN IT MADE THEM LOOK BETTER TO DO SO AND SAYING I WAS PERFECTLY FINE WHEN IT CAME DOWN TO HELPING ME AND DESTROYING ME. I HAVE HAD A DRUG PROBLEM SINCE 15, NEEDING DRUGS TO MAKE ME FEEL COMPLETE AND ACCEPTED. I STRUGGLE WITH THE ABILITY TO MAKE PROPER DECISIONS, I AM SOMEWHAT AWARE OF THIS, ALTHOUGH IM UNABLE TO CHANGE IT. PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY "LOVE" ME PROBABLY WOULD GIVE A MORE VIVID DESCRIPTION OF MY PERSONALITY AND LIFESTYLE. THE HIGHS AND THE LOWS THAT FEEL VERY NORMAL TO ME ALOT OF TIMES. I WAS EMANCIPATED BY MY PARENTS WHEN I WAS 17, CLAIMING THAT I WAS A MAJOR RISK TO THEM OR LIABILITY AS THEY PUT IT. I LEFT HOME, NOT KNOWING ANYTHING ABOUT THE REAL WORLD AND SUPPORTING MYSELF. I MANAGED TO STAY AT MY AUNTS HOUSE FOR SOME TIME, AND LOOKING BACK I AM THANKFUL FOR THAT. IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT THE PLACE I NEEDED TO BE, DUE TO THE FREEDOMS THAT I HAD WITH MY MENTAL STATUS AND YOUTH. DRUGS WERE MY EVERYDAY LIFE, EVERYTHING I DID WAS REVOLVED AROUND THAT. I USED MARIJUANA DAILY, AND WHEN LSD WAS INTRODUCED TO ME, I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THAT LIKE I DID WITH WEED. I COULDNT JUST SMOKE ONE BLUNT OR JOINT, I HAD TO SMOKE A HALF OUNCE TO AN OUNCE A DAY OR I WASNT NORMAL. ACID WAS NO DIFFERENT. I WOULD TRIP FROM THE TIME I WOKE UP TIL MY BODY COULDNT GO ANYMORE, SOMETIMES A DAY OR TWO, ENDING UP HAVING TO DOUBLE UP MY DOSAGE TO KEEP THE TRIP ALIVE. MY REALITY WAS NOT REALITY AT ALL. IT WAS BETTER THAT WAY THEN HOW I FELT WHEN I WAS SOBER, BUT AT THAT TIME I DIDNT EVEN GIVE BEING SOBER A CHANCE. MY "FRIENDS" WHERE MY SECURITY IN LIFE, EVEN THOUGH NOW I KNOW THAT THEY WERE MY FRIENDS ONLY CAUSE OF THE DRUGS WE WERE DOING. I NEVER HAD A MOTHER THAT WAS ACTIVE IN MY LIFE, AND MY FATHER FOLLOWED SUIT AFTER MY MOM GAVE THE DESCRIPTION OF ME BEING A BAD KID. TOLD LIES ABOUT ME, ALOT OF TIMES MAKING ME OUT TO BE SOMEONE I WASNT. I FELT A BURNING NEED FOR ACCEPTANCE, AND MY TREATMENT OF WOMEN WAS AFFECTED BY THAT. I DIDNT TRUST THEM, STILL FEELING THAT WAY 12YRS LATER. THE TIMES IVE SET THAT FEELING ASIDE, I ENDED UP DEVASTATED BY THE END RESULT OF THAT FORCED TRUST. BUT ACTUALLY THATS PEOPLE AS A WHOLE. I REMEMBER ALWAYS WANTING TO BE POPULAR, OR COOL, SO I SEARCHED FOR AVENUES TO BRING ME ATTENTION. I STARTED RAPPING AT 15, WITH MY HOMEBOY IN HIS HOUSE. HE HAD A MIC AND WAS TALENTED WITH MIXTAPE SHIT. HE AND ANOTHER FRIEND OF MINE WERE PUTTING TOGETHER A MIXTAPE, AND I WOULD SIT IN ON THEIR SESSIONS AS A GROUPY LOL ALOT OF TIMES FREESTYLING IN A GOOFY VOICE JUST CLOWNING. HE ASKED ME TO DO A SONG ONE DAY, A REAL SONG, SO I GAVE IT A TRY. SHIT WAS HORRIBLE, BUT IT GAVE ME BELIEF I COULD DO IT. I HAD BEEN WRITING POETRY SINCE 7TH GRADE, SO WRITING WAS A STRONG POINT OF MINE AND I LOVED RAP, SO I GUESS THATS WHAT GOT ME INTO THIS SHIT. I ALWAYS HUNG AROUND THE "WANNABE GANGSTAS" AND CARRIED MYSELF WITH A FALSE THUG IMAGE, WANTING TO BE SO GANGSTA AND BE AS HARD AS I COULD. LOL. ITS FUNNY HOW THEY SAY BE CAREFUL WHAT U WISH FOR, I DIDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT PACE I WAS SETTING IN MY LIFE AT THE TIME. I WAS A PUSSY ASS WHITE BOY, TRYING TO BE BLACK REALLY. I KEPT WRITING AND RAPPING ON A AT HOME LEVEL TIL I WAS 18YRS OLD, THEN I MET MY CURRENT MUSIC COUNTERPART AT A JOBSITE WE BOTH WORKED AT. AFTER A WEEK OR SO OF GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER, I DISCOVERED HE HIMSELF DID MUSIC, PRODUCED AND RAPPED. I TOLD HIM I FOOLED AROUND WITH IT MYSELF, BUT I KNOW INITIALLY HE WAS LIKE "UH HUH". HE ASKED ME TO SPIT SOMETHING FOR HIM, AND I GAVE HIM A VERSE OR TWO OF SOME OF MY WRITTEN SHIT. SOMEWHAT IMPRESSED, HE SAID I NEEDED SOME WORK WITH IT, BUT INVITED ME TO HIS HOUSE TO CHECK OUT SOME TRACKS HE HAD. WE WORKED TOGETHER, AND HE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEVELOPEMENT OF MY FLOW. HE GAVE ME AN INSTRUMENTAL THAT HIS PEOPLE WERE USING FOR AN UPCOMING ALBUM. I WAS GIVIEN AN 8 BAR SLOT. YEA PEOPLE, I KILLED THAT SHIT! I GOT BROUGHT TO A HOUSE IN THE "HOOD" SO TO SPEAK, NOTHING BUT BLACK PEOPLE WHICH WAS AN ENVIRONMENT I WASNT ACCUSTOMED TO. I WAS SCARED LOL OR INTIMIDATED I SHOULD SAY, BUT THE FUNNY PART ABOUT IT WAS HE BELIEVED IN ME. DURING THE REHEARSAL OF THE SONG, I SPIT MY VERSE, WHICH ENDED UP IN IMMEDIATE ACCEPTANCE OF THE GROUP AND THE GUY I SPLIT THE 16BAR SLOT WITH, TEARING UP AND REWRITING. HE COULDNT HAVE THIS WHITE BOY DOIN HIM LIKE THAT. THAT GUY ENDED UP BEING MY WRITING MENTOR, TEACHING ME THE WRITING CONCEPT OF RAP. I HAVE EXTREME RESPECT FOR HIM AS AN ARTIST, GAINED FROM THAT DAY. THE NAME OF THE GROUP WAS LYNKTYTE HARDHEADS. A MAJOR TURNING POINT IN MY LIFE, ONLY TO FIT PROPERLY WITH QUITTING SCHOOL, DRUG USE, AND MY WRITING ABILITY, OH AND NOT TO MENTION THE BIRTH OF THE ARTIST MOST PEOPLE KNOW AS "POWDER". THEY GAVE ME THAT NAME THAT DAY. CRAZY HOW WHEN YOU LOOK BACK, HOW EVENTS OF LIFE ALL GO HAND IN HAND....this was another major turning point in my life, actually molded me into who i am today. i was never one to committ die hard to anything, always starting things and not finishing them. whether it was jobs, or women, i changed them constantly. always dreamed bigger than who i was and trusting faith to put where i needed to be in life. i wanted to be a psychiatrist, a lawyer, general manager of a football team, but never pursued any of it. i loved football, it comes second to music in my passions. i had talent somewhat to play them game, just lacked the motivation to build my body to play it. i was always skinny growing up lol and still am, so it discouraged me from going that route. my mom and dad always wanted me to publish my poems, and rap music was a major dissappointment to them. they never supported it directly. i believe that it wasnt prestigous to my dad and mom to say " hey, my son is powda and he is a rap artist", especially when i was always broke due to it. when i started with lynktyte, i was working at an oilfield company making roughly 36k a year. held that job for three years. i quit the pipe yard job like really early in my music career(where i met my ceo, the one that developed me), and the bulk of my active performing career came while working with the oilfield company. i had money, little bills. my 1st wife at the time paid for everything pretty much and i only had to give her a small amount of money for the bills. this made for me having money to blow and party with. she didnt know i did drugs or cheated, she suspected, but never could prove it. she thought i quit smoking weed the day we met. i would goto shows, and its funny, when she would be supportive of me i would act right. i would go out with a committed mentality to her, and stay away from girls and whatnot. but on the nights she was accusing me of cheating or doing shit i wasnt suppose to, i would go out with it on my brain. looking for a female out of spite i guess. it was terrible, and i knew it. but couldnt stop myself from the actions. i wrote a few songs and recorded them at that time, putting together a compilation album called "Lynktyte Hardheads Presents Ghetto Notion" and right before bootcamp to go into the coast gaurd, i wrote a song hook for the song that gained me the most popularity and exposure - "OFF IN DA CLUB". i went into the coast gaurd after that, still not knowing about my condition. i ended up getting them to send me back, because of my recruiter misleading me into thinking i was kool to be an aircraft mechanic in the military. bitch said my eyes werent correctable to 20/20 so i couldnt be a mechanic, i had to go on a boat. fuck that, i could have done that in my hometown. so i told them i wasnt suicidle, but if they didnt release me, i wasnt staying there. the doctor ended up discharging me with a general discharge i think it was called. so i came home. my family was highly dissappointed, especially cause i went straight back to rapping and doing drugs again when i got home. not to mention they had already gotten their plane tickets to come to my graduation. the second graduation i dissappointed them in. i quit highschool 6 weeks before graduation. lsd was a muthafucka. anyway, when i came back home i brought the hook idea to my homeboy's attention, and he dropped the beat for it. 2 other guys featured on it with me from the label. it turned out to be the best song on the album, and that one and my solo song on the album began buzzing around our area, giving me a growing fanbase at the time. we had a good team of artists and writers, some better than other no doubt, but it was like a family. something that i always wanted, just never truely had. i started getting noticed everywhere i went, people giving me my props and stopping me in wal mart to ask when i was doing this and that and dropping some more shit. it felt good, especially being that i was a nerdy white kid with glasses in school and never was even close to popular. especially with girls. i think to be honest it went to my head at times, giving me extreme confidence, sometimes working good for me. most of the time working bad for me. i did several shows with people, lil flip was just getting popular at that time and i did a few with him amongst others. got disappointed at alot of shows also. ALOT of shows. we would get there and it was always some bullshit, from people running late with everything, to oh by the way, your not performing tonight. our management was bad, really bad. we had the plugged pulled on us in new orleans one night at our album release party. yea our own fucking party. we went through alot of ups and downs, no money, people going broke and shit. i got alot of years of criticism from my peers for what i had committed to. alot of times i wanted to quit so bad, actually cry behind it cause i was torn between outsiders and myself. we performed at the cajundome in lafayette with master p and romeo, by far my biggest show. i remember walking on that stage to all of those screaming adults and kids, feeling like i had finally made it. i gave the hardest performance i could, even after having surgery on a hemmorroid the day before lmao. that one is for all yall that thought i wasnt gunna ass myself out right here! yea man, my ass packed in fucking gauze, pain pills and liqour and weed. what a night! lol i got finished performing and security was so thick backstage sorrounding romeo that even performing artists couldnt get around him. so instead chilling backstage i went out in the crowd with my people to watch the remainder of the show. at one point, i got up to go get a drink (me and my homeboy) and a kid noticed that i was one of the performers in the show. he immediately asked me for my autograph. i wrote it for him and then EVERYBODY wanted one. i started signing and taking pictures, my homeboy even jumped his dumbass in the pictures lmao it was awesome. nothing like signing one autograph for a kid and then another kids big ass daddy standing there using intimidation to ensure i sign his kids autograph too lol it took me 45minutes to go get a coke and get back. thats the element that makes me not want to quit. that moment is worth all of the discouragement from my family and close friends any day. i was on a high after that, only to get shot down the a few weeks after with another fucked up show in a civic center in a hole in the wall town with lil flip. i quit that night. i had already hooked up with my second wife, and felt like i had to quit to keep her. i wanted her more than music, more than life, so i decided to walk away... TO BE CONTINUED... NEW ENTRY COMING SOON..clyde b.