"Growing up on the southside of C-A, poor, on welfare, always on the wrong side of town, you know, it was tough. I did my part. Did well in school, tried to make friends. I made mistakes too. Stole from liquor stores (remember those little football chocolates? Also took bottles of coke), lifted a nintendo cartridge from a "friend." I was a runner, a climber, a lawbreaker... I was on rooftops I shouldn't o'been, breaking windows meant to replace windows some other snot had broken. I once took a drag off a cigarette and nearly dropped a lung. Ah! Those were the days. I got my head busted open by a golf club by this one dumbass trying to smack tennis balls across a busy street. I never bled so much in my life. Never did again...

What was I talking about again?"
--X, excerpt from actual autobiography subject to change because I'm still growing and also because nobody knows who the hell I am. Peace