I am 34 and still can't process the fact my dad was a bank robber...damn I am thinking too much this morning and afternoon. Maybe after I get my masters degree I will write a book to try to inspire others how to get out of their personal hell and kick the shit out of life. I think people may mistake me and think I want sympathy or pity...I don't. I only have one purpose for being so open and candid...I want to inspire people to defy obstacles, labels, and destroy the odds, fuck stereotypes, and prove society and the boxes we are told we belong in are misconceptions.