I have two older siblings a brother and a sister who were never really their growing up... My memory is still clear of things I use to do in my first years in the house in old Pickerington though I was only their till the age of five. I believe I can remember being in the womb though I do remember carrying around a grate from the water cooler called it my git git strummed it like it was my guitar... My mother was convinced that their were demons in the house. This is about the same time she became a Jehovah witness and my parents separated. Mother and I moved from town to town every year or so. Mostly out of the city and I've never had any friends growing up... She tried to raise me as a Jehovah witness but I never would believe and in 1997 I raised so much hell that they had to put me S.B.H. classes (severe behavioral handicapped) they are not called that anymore. But they could physically restrain you if you were a threat, or in some cases if you just pissed them off. I believe it was Newark I don't think it was zansville, though its hard to keep track of that my mom and her new husband rented me a guitar their... Rented WTF?!?! about the same time I carried around a pencil 'n paper writin music until somehow it disappeared. I found it in the garage the pages scattered and water logged 'n oil on them the victim of my brother trying to make me listen to rap crap. So I thought it was him and I "accidentally" shot him with a BB gun or a slingshot or something then he kicked my ass. Could not for the life of me remember what I had written, that's a lie I kind of do.. Though I have had some guitars in the mean time like a look alike strat and my grandpa's 1950s silvertone with lipstick pickups that I still own.. It all started up again when I turned 20 my momma bought me a hollowbody electric and then when she I guess she says she knew I needed it, a Alvarez acoustic what I play now. It pulled me literally out of the gutter as best as a inanimate object could.. thought I still drink to much when I do 'n smoke to much of that oven roasted delightful all American cigarette "lucky strike". I don't do much anymore I would rather be playing my guitar. I got to start playing the harmonica again need to get some better ones. Anyone's opinion about my music is welcome if it ain't a good one it will sure make me laugh.. God damn this thing is long!jimbo X jones
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