The Grey
(written in summer 06 - now)
Prologue
My story begins here, I guess. Hi my name is Mike Jukes, right now I'm 19 years old and I just relied why over a year and a half ago I got this journal/diary book and wrote the title The Life of Crazy Mike :A Memento of My Journey Into normality on it because of what i realized now. I realized that near the end you tend to look back at the beginning.
over the last few months I was thinking of things i did over time and was like Ding light bulb....I see my book and started writing this story. Thinking of how to start this book is difficult so I'll start it this way, three parts all told by me in my own words. Hope you understand.......
Chapter 1 : Beginnings pt.1
As you start this book you read a lot of good byes that were written by some of the people I call friends and called friends. If you noticed in the "good byes" it fits with the beginning of this story or in this case Autobiography. Well lets get started with this story shall we.
I was always the kind of guy who made people laugh and have a good time.I Always felt that people deserve to be laugh, I wasn't content till it went from a giggle to a full on hoot.in a way it was soothing to me to see people laughing and having a good time. But I never had it in my mind that way always.When I was a kid, I was raised by a single mom with two kids. My father was what i believed to have started my crazy antics and behavior. i was slightly depressed and found not many things funny so I found a scapegoat in that factor which started me down this road I walked on.
Around my teenage years I was always the school-fool,class-clown,and somewhat cool guyall in one. i was the guy that was fun to hang with. In my late teen years though I kinda lost it. I got into something i was to inept to handle and i dissapeared from everyone I knew. I left my home in Seatac Washington and was sent to live in Waco Texas for seven months and well a few other places.
But enough about that lets get back on track....lets talk about my childhood....
I was born in San Jose California on January 2,1987 to Tracey Lingo (one of the greatest people on earth.) I spent the first four years of my life living with my mom and my dad Scott Jukes (part of the reason i am the person i am.) Well somewhere between the age of 3 1/3 and 4 years old my father left me and my mom on our own. Now somewhere around this point my mom meet Joe Soler and about a year later they had my sister Brittany Sarah Soler, her middle name was what i chose as her first name but i got middle o well. for a couple of years me, my mom, my sister, and step-dad stay together as one sudo happy family. At about the age of 8 or 9 years old Jod had pulled the same thing my father had done......**poof**. Still with a 9 year old and a 41/2 year old my mom somehow managed to raise us all the while attending college.Now it was when my family moved to Louisiana do more people i call family come into my life and teach a few things, but thats soon to come...
When i was younger i would spend some time with my 2 favorite people.Gunn and Robert Lamb, my god-parents who incidentally where my second family. You could say I was the Child the never had and always wanted.They were great to me, showing me how to see things for what they are and also how to enjoy the beauty of the world as it stands in serenity. They taught me me the joys in life both good and bad. In essence they taught me to look and the pros and cons of my life and weigh them out to choose the best path on my continuous journey I call my life.Well when I moved with my mom to Louisiana my contact with them was sorta placed in the "seasonal visitation" category. I would spend Fall , Winter,and Spring with my mom and sister and Summer at my Grandpas' house where I would see my Uncle Bobby and Auntie Gunn. My sister would spend er summers with her dad as well. From the age of 12 to about 15 I would visit my step-dad Joe in Indiana. Yet to Joe i guess I was always the step-son and that merited some affection and caring, but my sister was his flesh and blood daughter so she was in a way spoiled by him. During my early pre-teen to mid teen years my mom met a man name Shawn Manguno who she dated for 7 years. During that time I came to call him Mr. Shawn and inescence Shawn did somewhat become a father figure to me. Mr. Shawn taught me about the wondrous world of music and how to understand it as it is meant by the artist. He taught me to feel the power, the soul behind the lyrics and rhythm. He and my mom combined taught me something that i still hold in the highest priority in my life; Determination and a strong will to accomplish something will always be a reward and rewarded. Like now I'm known for one definitive act, if I set myself to do something no matter how difficult or big, i always did what I set out to do no matter what. Like this one time when I was at my step-dad Joes' in Indiana he had brought me and my sister to his job one time. Now Joe at the time was teaching casino classes so people could get their dealers license. Well I have ADHD and get bored easily, so that particular day I sat back and watched everything that was going on, listened to every word that was said, and absorbed all the knowledge I could from that. I figured something out,,,I learned that day I was something of a misguided sponge absorbing all I could as fast as I could and i retained that knowledge very well. I had opened myself to self learning and self teaching on a new level. For you see I have always taken what I have learned and have used it to further myself in anyway possible.
Well as life continues....
