Why not?

I've never written a blog before so bare with me. Or not.

I love to tell stories.
I'm sure that everyone that I've met and has spent 10 minutes with me has heard something about my past.


I'll start at or near the beginning.

I was born (no really) in General Hospital.
That's what it was called way before that stupid ass soap opera was named after it.

I'm talking about USC County General, in L.A..

My family lived in Watts. If you don't know about Watts, you'd might as well leave now.

When I was 4 my family moved up in the world.
To the projects.
You grow up fast in the projects. So it seems. Everyone is crammed so close together that you learn everything from and about one another.
I remember, my neighbor going to Viet Nam and not coming back.
I remember these old guys names Radar and Cheaters who use to play Dominos at the local playground.
I remember Carol, who was so crazy that I actually remember seeing her watering her little yard in a rain coat. In the rain
She had a son named Scott. He was mentally challenged also. We called him Scotty Waddy Doo Doo. I'll never forget him. He had so many toys.