I was born in a small brick building in Burk's Falls, Ontario, Canada.
I got a gun for my 5th birthday. It was a .22 caliber semi-automatic rifle with a 9-shot clip.
I did a lot of killing when I was younger. I think you learn a lot about life when you know a lot about death.
Much of my younger childhood was spent without electricity and at one point in time we lived in a tent on Charlie Lake, BC for several months with my parents and four children. It rained almost every day we were there.
I watched my father shoot one of his friends on a drunken afternoon while my mother was out of town at her father's funeral. There was blood all over the wall and I remember gathering around the mess with my siblings and marvelling at all the blood and bits of bone on the wall. My father told us very seriously not to say anything about it. He was a very scary guy when you're just a kid.
