THEY SAY I SHOULD WRITE A BOOK ABOUT MY LIFE

I have been told by many people that my story of life is amazing. How I should just write a book or go on a talk show. But ive always thought...who would want to hear about that? Everyones life is filled with darkness and pain. Lost relatives and horrible childhood traumas. Almost anyone can have these horrible things happen to them.

So I say now, I DO NOT THINK I AM SPECIAL, and I do not feel anyone owes me anything. My life was a bit of a story...but a life at the same time. Just like anyone else could experience and probably has. But I tell it now to maybe figure who I really am.

I dont know how to begin this story other than the old cliche way...Hi! My name is Brian!!
I was born on march 30th in good old cleveland ohio. I say good old cleveland with great sarcasm. I wasn't really born in the most common of circumstances you could say. Although I have never had the opportunity to ask my father and I cannot recall talking to my mother at all, judging by my birth certificate something was funny. My father Steven, was 24 years old at my birth and my mother was 16. And from the love letters I have which my mom saved from high school...I am also able to say beyond a doubt I was conceived in a high school janitorial closet...by my father the janitor and my mom the student. Obviously creating just a lil bit of friction between my mom, Marriane', parents and steven. Steven wasnt really the kind of guy you wanted to hear knocked up you baby girl if you know what I mean.

So steven being the genuine man he was, decided to get a trailer for his soon to be arriving son and mother. I can remember this trailer very well. It was also located in downtown cleveland ohio. which just like any trailer park in any reall city downtown...isnt the best of areas for neighbors schools or raising children. It was here that i witnessed my mothers near death experience and the true side of my father i could only read about years later in the faded newspaper clippings in our photo albums, neglect, drugs, beatings, breakins, and multiple men...thank god we cannot remember much until we are at least 2 or 3...because what i remember of those first five years of my life is pain...and the few years i can recall with a true visualization in my mind...are some of the most haunting memories i have to this day...