  I last left off with my Dad's wedding to Chauncie... Chauncie was a secretary at Budget Rent-a-Car, at DFW airport. She had two children, Jeanie and Chris. Jeanie was four years older than me, and I don't have any idea who her father was. Chris her half brother, and my new stepbrother, was four years younger than me. His dad moved to El Paso som time after the wedding.
We all lived in an house in Hurst, Texas, a suburb of Ft. Worth. We went to Hust Hills Elementary, which was just a short walk away. I guess I liked the school, but I was never an over acheiver, in fact, it was at this school that I began my tendancy to do just enough to pass. I enjoyed science classes the most, followed by music class in second, and pretty much nothing else after that. In class, when given an assignment, I would usually speed through it, and complete as much as I could before class was over.
I never did any homework, almost throughout my entire twelve years in school. That's not counting the panicked nights before a major project was due, where I would wake up in the middle of the night, and scribble some crap on a paper, and hope the teacher would accept it as something I worked on for the last two weeks. The culprit in the situations was usually my extreme leanings towards procrastination. Something I still retain even to this day... Anyway, I attended Hurst Hills untill sixth grade, then I was enrolled in Hurst Junior High, which was farther down the same road. At junior high(grades 7-9, for everyone who went to middle school) I joined the band, was on the football team, and spent most of my free time in the library or at the bus stop with my best friend, Russ. Let me take a second to talk about Russ. Russ has been my best friend since we met in fifth or sixth grade. We have wasted countless hours playing Nintendo, watching movies, talking about stuff, and generally doing all sorts of crap kids do to have fun. There are several stories that I can tell on that, but I'll get to that later. Ok, I played the trumpet in the band, crappily.
I was in the band up untill eleventh grade, then I quit. By then I had found the only other thing I enjoyed in school. The Blueprint. The Blueprint was L.D.Bell High School's newspaper. The newspaper class was held at lunch period, and the the atmosphere was relaxed enough to allow for longer lunches, and some fun while class was in session. Most of my fond memories were of the Blueprint. I initially joined to become a photographer, but I wrote crappy reviews for movies and sports stories instead.
I also ended up with my own editorial column my senior year, called "System Error". I drove an old Mazda pickup with a camper shell on the bed, it was pretty old too. The fiberglass would crack around the boltdowns and would occasionally fly off the truck while I was driving down the road. Which sucked, alot. I drove that truck until high school, when my parent's gave me my sisters old Nissan Sentra. I used it until I got a ticket for driving 71mph in a 45mph zone. Then my parents took it away and made me drive the old Mazda again.
I graduated in 97(at seventeen) with a GPA of 1.32 I think, and worked at Target while going to community college for a semester and a half. Then I dropped out. Which kinda sucks, because I really enjoyed Geology. But I was paying for my own classes, and books, and my pay at Target wasn't all that great to begin with. So I began to look for another source of income... The United States Air Force. To be continued.... 
