I was born on November 17th, 1977 in Glendale, Arizona. Born six weeks premature, I spent the first few weeks of my life in an incubator, and despite entering the world a bit early, I recovered quickly and was an overall healthy child.
My parents divorced when I was two, and my mother gave birth to my younger half brother three years later. My brothers father was my dad's former best friend, and it was an overall sad story of how the love triangle ended many friendships.
A few months after giving birth, my mother left my brothers father and became a single parent. Over the next five years, My mom frequently worked two, or sometimes three jobs at a time in order to pay bills. I was a latch key kid, and somewhat raised my younger brother in many ways. My mom also went through a series of bad relationships during that five year span as well, and my brother and I frequently moved, bouncing from house to house.
In early 1988, my mom made the decision to move to Southern California after meeting a man at her work and starting a relationship. The romance was short lived and the couple broke up just a few days after arriving in the state. Newly single, my mom started dating again, and she soon met a new man named Bob. The new couple eventually moved in to an apartment in San Marcos, along with my younger brother and myself.
After a few months of dating, my mom realized that she had made a huge mistake. Her new boyfriend was a large cocaine distributor and was putting her family in harms way. Over the next few months, we lived in various areas across California such as Poway, El Cajon, Hollywood, Los Angeles, Compton, San Francisco, Burbank, and several others. We eventually ended up in Mexico, staying in Tijuana for a week before relocating to Guadalajara.