Quick and dirty...was identified as retarded when I was a child. They sent me to a school for retarded kids. Nobody knew that I learned to read when I was four years old. I never told them. So kindergarten bored me and I almost flunked. I was in retarded classes until I was ten years old. Locked myself in a closet and just taught myself. I only came out for my books and to turn my homework in. At ten years they gave me an IQ test and put me in a class for mentally gifted children. So I was for the most part self-educated. Advanced classes. Graduated from high school and two colleges with honors. Married. Wife took off because I was always at work. Typical American family. We’re still married by the way. I see her once every couple of years...hi and bye kind of thing. She doesn’t bother me and I don’t bother her. But I got the kids and raised my two daughters by myself. I alternated between Boeing and Microsoft. I was a senior systems analyst/programmer and computer expert by day, I managed bars and a nightclub at night. I had the bad guys nail me so they could sell drugs in my club. So I let them. I didn’t have a choice. Then I had the cops nail me because in their eyes I was dirty. Guilty as charged. So the cops wanted in and to get them off our backs we started paying them off. A couple got too greedy, and the powers that be said we had to take them out. First time we sent a crew. They screwed up and once the cops knew we were after them the heat was on. So the powers that be sent me and my boss by ouselves. I did the logistics. He was the man on the ground. He fucked up and panicked and wiped out everyone, including the two cops. The police got pissed and came after me. The bad guys thought I was going to talk, so they came after me as well. I was hot property. Very hot. They tried to kill me at least twice. The cops offerred me witness protection, but because I couldn’t trust them I decided to make a run for it. I got chased every step of the way. There was a bounty on my head. It was just a matter of who got me first, the cops or the mob. So I ran. Lived in the dessert. Lived in the woods. They found me and tried to kill me in Phoenix, but as soon as I got tipped that they were going to ambush me, I pulled over and traded my car for a bus ticket to Texas, and got lost in the woods. Lived in woods and abandonded buildings for several years. I was untrackable. Fifteen years later, I decided to come home. Turned myself in to the police. In the time that I was gone, they had found and killed everybody BUT me. When the judge found out I was back, he cut me loose and told me to stay out of trouble. They didn’t want to open the whole can of worms back up. In the initial hit, when we took care of those dirty cops, five people got killed in three days. After it was all said and done at least ten people were murdered. And you know what the kicker was? The cops put so much heat on us, that the bad guys told the cops to back off and they’d take care of it from within. As in our own people tried to kill us because this guy fucked up, in order to keep the cops off their back. And the only reason they tried to kill me was because I was the only one that knew and they were afraid I was going to turn states evidence. Anyway, it’s over now everyones dead. I’m the only one that I know of that got away. So after fifteen years I decided to come back home. Case is over and I’m just trying to rebuild my life. But it was a good run. Fifteen years on the run...living in the woods...in the dessert...sleeping on railroad tracks and hopping trains.,.bathing in the Colorado River...taking the trails to Mexico with the coyotes to help illegals cross over. I just ran like a rabbit. Every time I got word that they were looking for me, I vanished without a trace. I was so scared I dropped what I was doing and just split. I don’t know how many cars I just left on the side of the road and walked away. So that’s the About Me. It was exciting. I learned a lot about survival and living on the run. And how to hustle up work whenever I could. But outside of that, I live a pretty boring life. Oh, but if you send a “Friend Request” first rule is, don’t ask about my past. I don’t like talking about it. Digging into my pass is a good way to get yourself blocked.
