Before my birth part 1.

My dad is a classic case of wasted talent. He got second in state in wrestling. He was a very talented boxer and an extreemely good looking young man. He had everything going for him. He decided to party after high school, pretend to be a gangster, get sent to prison and eventually go to college at Ramapo to study... um use drugs with his financial aid money.

My mom grew up in what seemed like the perfect middle class oasis, with both parents being two teachers nestles in the small town of West Caldwell in northern NJ. She went to Ramapo the same year as my dad. She went there to study, but decided to follow his lead.

Needless to say, they both lasted about a semester...

Introduction

I wanted to create a blog that through the collective conscience of various readers, attempts to find the meaning of life. On this blog, I will first be selfish by telling you my life story. A brief history of my parents pre-birth, and everything that happened from my birth to the present.

This sounds incredibly self-serving and egotistical, and it is. But it give the reader a perspective (and possibly a prejudice) based on my own experience. For instance, it is very easy for someone who is a socially liberal passivist to tell me I am part of the problem because I joined the military. If they understood my desperate financial situation they may become less judgemental.