I was raised in Africa during a really tough time right around the great Zimbabwe uprising of 1989. I was living with my adoptive parents my biological parents still lived in America. My parents were from a small farming community in what is now known as Arizona. They really wanted a girl an since I wasn't exactly what they wanted I was immediately put up for adoption. Growing up in Africa was hard at first I had to develope an incredible tolerance to the sun so I wouldn't stand out from the rest of the locals. On my freetime I would throw rocks at monkeys an pee on the homeless. I often had dreams of becoming a great basketball player in America like most of my friends but it just never panned out. I bought my first Ak47 when I was twelve an mostly used it to get free rides around town or free food or maybe I really liked the bike you were riding that day an I couldn't buy one because I spent all the money I stole on an AK47. I finally realized this wasn't what I wanted an so I hitchhiked all the way to America. The birth place of aids.