OK...Here goes nothing!  I'm about to go on about my life story...so if you don't want to either get bored, or feel bad, stop reading now! 

   Where do I start?  I was born in Maryland.  Washington DC actually, but my parents lived in Prince George's County, MD.  My father's name was Claves Wayne Davis.  Claves rhymes with "Davis," so you can imagine why I'm so thankful to have only gotten is MIDDLE name!  My mother's name was Karen Mae Davis. 

   When I was about 4 years old, my parents split up.  My mom took me with her to Gaffney, SC.  That's a small town located in the upstate about 30 minutes from Spartanburg, SC and Charlotte, NC.  She chose that small shithole of a town because of her cousins who lived there.  The cousin who was closest to her age, Nancy Jones, was also my "godmother."  That basically meant that if anything were to happen to my parents, her and her husband, Donald "Butch" Jones, would adopt me and take care of me in their place. 

   Ok...So I grew up most of my youth there in Gaffney.  Not a huge place to grow up. Believe me...it makes Goldsboro look like Greenville.  Sad!  So sad!  Anyhow, it was home.  I even went through first through sixth grade with the same girlfriend.  If you could call holding hands when we saw each other...and talking on the phone once a week being "boyfriend/girlfriend."  We did...even tho I learned later she shared much more during those years with other guys!  Ah well...not everyone was as innocent as me! 

   In my fifth grade year my grandfather died, leaving my grandmother alone in Arlington, VA with their mentally disabled son.  In the middle of my sixth grade year my grandmother was diagnosed with a form of lung cancer, so we moved up to live with her so my mom could take care of her.  We lived up there for about 4-5 months (a perfect window for all that cheating my gf did) and she eventually died from it. 

   Ok....here goes another warning.  it does get worse, sad to say...

   Back on track...We moved back to Gaffney.  I'm not sure how...but in the eighth grade...I became interesting in religion.  I began going to a church in town and going there became my entire life.  I was always there doing this and that.  I was really active in the youth group:  going to concerts, playing in a christian punk band, etc.  Actually, if it wasn't for my relationship with the church, I don't know if I could've went through the rest of my teen years without honestly committing suicide.  In November of '95, my mother asked me to come into the kitchen and talk to her.  I honestly remember this moment as if it was yesterday.  She looked at me and broke the news to me that my father had passed away the day before.  He was in a bar (both of my parents were alcoholics) when he fell over dead from an aneurysm in his stomach.  I only got to see my dad on vacations to my grandmothers house during the summers and winters of my youth, but none-the-less, it was a very striking blow. 

   Soon to follow this tragedy, came yet another one.  My mother, not long before my father passed, was really sick with double pneumonia and a partially collapsed lung (Or so we were told).  In Feb of '96, we learned that she had gotten lung cancer as well.  She died in mid April, only 19 days before my 16th birthday.  Thus, as I mentioned before, I had to move in with my godparents.

   I lived with them until I was 18 Years old.  About a year after I moved in with them, we all moved back into my moms house.  About the time I was approaching my 18th birthday, I decided that I didn't want to live in that house anymore, so I offered to sell my half of the house to them.  I left out the part about my little half sister, but now you know...I have one.  They agreed to buy it from me for half of the appraised value, which then was $10,000.  After agreeing to the sale and signing all the legal documents, they got me to sign another paper that they said the lawyer forgot.  After I signed it, "Paid and Satisfied" was added to my signature.  Thus they owned the property, and I didn't have the money.

   Being that I wasn't their idea of a perfect tenant while staying there, and they had no more legal reason to let me stay there, they told me I had to move out immediately. Well my only real option was to stay with a friend from High School.  He was living in Charleston, SC attending the College Of Charleston.  I basically got to live the college party life, but without the classes.  It really helped me get over a lot of problems actually. 

   While there I met a girl, whom I actually moved to Goldsboro to be with.  After dating her for 2 years, we got married.  A year later she decided other men were more interesting.  She walked out on me and left me high and dry.