well here is my about me. when i was younger my mom and dad went there seprate ways and my sister and i got split up. she when to washington with my mom and i went to cali with my dad. i was pretty much a troubled youth. i got in kinda of the wrong crowd and when i was 15 i started going down to mexico. to a little village just over the boreder. there were alot of madators in this little village. so trying to fit in. i began learning how to bull fight, i wasnt the best but over the course of 2 years i got to be a local town favorite. its wasnt cheap to be a white boy madator in mexico, and i owe some of the wrong people money. so i was offered a way out when i was 17. i had to smuggle a very small ammount of drugs across to the US. everything went fine, and i kept fighting bulls. i got offered a big match down in mexico city, with some of my smuggling friends, and me being stupid i took it. i dont really remember what happened but i ended up in a hospital, the bull had stepped on me a few times..i broke my arm, lots of stitches on my neck and face, but i figured it was all part of the game, when i got out of the hospital i was met by 4 mexican police, that were there to arrest me...i never found out what the charges were but im pretty sure my friends sold me out. and i spent 3 years in a mexican prison, when i got out. i went back home, then i didnt have anything and got talked into joining the military...so here i am....in iraqone weird thing about me or what people tell me is weird about me. when i wear socks i have a left sock and a right sock, if you wear a sock on the same foot for too long, it kinda forms to your foot and the big toe part sticks out more then the little toe part, then when you switch feet you got all that extra sock on the little toe and its all tight on the big toe and its just uncomfortab.....
