some facts about you

Yeah, okay, fine.

English is my native language, specifically American English. I used to be conversationally fluent in Spanish, but I fell out of practice.

People ask me if I've lived in the US my whole life. I usually answer, "Not yet..." More specifically, because it is a huge country, I live in the Pacific northwest. Sherwood, Oregon, to be exact. Probably about 20 or so miles from where I was born.

I've had one job that wasn't in the employ of my father. I didn't do so great. Not for the reason most people assume, but because workplace politics. I was a security guard at a car battery plant, and the company wanted to put all old people on the shift I was working. No idea what Grandma or Grandpa are going to do in the event of an emergency, but whatever. These days, I'm basically a personal assistant for my dad. I help him manage his properties and his diabetes.

I've lived in relatively small towns my whole life.

I'm adopted. My parents were going to adopt another child, but I started displaying signs of behavioral disorders when I was quite young.

Grew up relatively well off. Middle class, I guess you'd say.

Most of my family cut me off after I went to prison. My parents are the exception. They let me move back in with them, which is why I feel obligated to help my dad.

Only other country I've ever been to is Canada. Been there twice, and if they let felons expatriate there, I might. It's absolutely beautiful.

You didn't mention your religion in this post, but I already know it from having read your bio, so it's only fair that I share mine.

I grew up nominally Christian, meaning my mom made us go to church until I was old enough to kind of stop going. I lapsed and basically became an agnostic atheist for a while. In 2001, a cousin of mine convinced me to try Christianity again. He inadvertently fooled me, because as I was going through the prayer with him, he got excited and started putting out huge waves of joyous energy. I assumed the feeling I got was Yahweh welcoming me to his fold. While I was in prison, I studied a lot. I read the Bible three times clear through, and then started reading about some of the specific books of the Bible. What I came away with was that it was a cobbled-together collection of mythology, some of which was older than Judaism, let alone Christianity, so I started attending Wiccan services. Right now, you could call me an eclectic neopagan with Wiccan leanings, but it's still just a tad more complicated. I've reached the conclusion that the gods as we understand them are all egregores, energy beings created either deliberately or inadvertently by a group of people. That's why they need the prayers of the faithful. They quite literally feed on them.