I was born in Houston Texas and lived there until flood ruined my home. I was forced to move to New Jersey at the age of 6. Harsh times I had during my school years, I never expected to live in a trailer park and be broken down by those painful words. Ever since then, people have wondered why I remained quiet and lonely. No one wanted to be friends with a "trailer thrash" person. They teased me as if it were my fault. Drawing has been a way for me to escape reality. To make me forget all of those bad ignorant people that surround me.
There was something strange about me since I learned how to walk. I always observed people. I'm so good at reading people's minds just by the look in their eyes. I'm not psychic or anything like that, but to some people, it seems so.