A brief, poorly written, autobiography
I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma to a Michael Dean Corbett and a Karen Louise Evans Corbett (Sharples). They were youngish parents, of twenty-seven and twenty-five respectively. My father was working as a cameraman, and my mother a waitress. I don’t remember much from then, but more than you might suspect: I recall shopping, going to the doctor, the house we lived in etc. but nothing of very much import or interest.
We lived there until about 18 months when my mother took me, or stole rather, to Philadelphia where we stayed with my aunt and uncle, Barbara and Franklin Shores. My parents were then in the beginning stages of a very bitter divorce caused by adultery, and I suspect other worse things.
We stayed there a few months and then went across the river to live my grandparents Louis L. Evans, and Ikie K. Evans. My grandparents are wonderful people, who love me very greatly, and vise versa. My grandfather worked for RCA for a number of years on the Ægis project and few other military doings. My grandmother worked as a teacher of the fifth grade in Moorestown. I remember very little of the divorces unpleasantness, but I do recall a brief meeting I had with my father then, after he had fought long and hard against my mother’s endless stream of lawyers that my grandfather helped provide.
We lived there until I was about four when we moved in with my mother’s boyfriend, now ex-husband, Frank T. Sharples. We moved to the town of Medford in the state of New Jersey, into the freshly built cedar apartments. I was often left to wander about the area, and had few friends my age there. For a short time of my life I attended Medford’s Allen school. I feel my need for adventure and to be in nature came from being a four-year-old left to wander in what was then farmland and forest. I am grateful that my mother was irresponsible, and I so intuitive.
When I was seven, we moved to the small town of Merchantville in the same state of New Jersey. Here there was a great deal more kids my age, as it was a town based around the school. A lot of eerie things happened in that place, and I miss my friends from there very much. When I was ten, my sister Marissa Lynne Sharples was born, so now I was no longer an only child. When I was fourteen and just about to graduate from the eighth grade, we moved on over to Marlton still in the state of New Jersey, fortunately my parents arranged for me to finish out the school year there.
From Marlton I went to Cherokee High School. Here is where I re-met my best friend, Dave Donsky. It turns out that we had met years ago sometime when I was seven, as he lived very near my stepfather’s parents (Joseph and Eleanor Hickey) in Marlton.

When I was a sophomore, on New Year’s Eve when everyone was good and drunk, I was informed my aunt had been keeping in touch with my biological father in Florida. That day I found out I had three half brothers, Sean Michael, Robert Earl, and Patrick Ian Corbett. I choose not to contact them right away, namely due to fear of the result: I may be rejected, or may cause problems with my mother. On my senior class trip to Disney World in Orlando Florida I got to meet my three brothers and my stepmother Diane Marie Rogers Corbett for the first time. That the time spent waiting for them to arrive, when they were hours late was the most anxiety I have ever felt in my life.
When I graduated from Cherokee, I moved down there for an undetermined period of time wanting to get away from my mother with whom I could barely get along with due to her desire to have the family’s life run her way. My mother and I simply couldn't see eye-to-eye on many things. To escape that personal hell, I did a lot of things I regret namely, nearly flunking out of high school. I knew then that if I had gone straight to college I would have flunked out my first year. So after a year, I discovered different yet at the time irreconcilable differences with my father, namely his belief of what I should’ve been at this age, so I moved back up to Jersey a more mature person, but still with a ton or two of emotional baggage.
With my parents (bio-mother and stepfather) I stayed working various fast food jobs for two years until they kicked me out of the nest. That time period was not completely wasted; I learned a good work ethic as well as found a faith, Sant Mat. It was around this time that I met my other best friend, Mike Yammer. I made several other friends in that time too, but only Dan and Carrie Chuvanne have withstood the test of time.

I was still a virgin at this point, and desperately wanted to remain that way. So asked the universe to through me a bone, to give me something to hold onto until I find my soulmate. I got a name. Kate Maberly. I could hardly believe it. Obviously this became my obsession. For the next five years I didn't have a girlfriend at all. I stuck to my guns. So the universe did well by deceiving me. It gave me exactly what I asked for, something to hold onto until I find my soulmate.
After that I lived for a year in Clementon NJ in a sort of rent-a-room place. After being kicked out of there by the unrighteous landlord I found it high time to visit my family in Florida once again that I missed very much over those years.

That lasted a year or so and back up to Jersey I came. Lots of haywire karma bound me to this miserable place. I finally started going back to school, for the first time in my life earning decent grades. I have always wanted to be an airline pilot. Well, maybe not always, but since I was at least two. So now I was finally moving to that end. I had also given up my quest to be with Kate. However, as I was curious to see how her life story ends, I made my website, Flight 29.

September 11th. tore me up. I always knew the world trade center would be destroyed, but I had no idea as to how and when. It also affected my stepfather greatly. He realized just how unhappy he was and decided to divorce my mother. I was all for it. Neither was good for the other's mental health.

So my reasoning for staying with my parents and in New Jersey for that matter had changed. Now I was here to help my mother through the divorce, which happened on Thursday, February 26^th, 2004.

Backtracking: In June of 2002, I met Stefanie Fay Layton. I knew by the end of the first date that she was the one (as a joke she says she knew by the end of the second). We were engaged by November. The wedding date was set for September 7th. In November of 2003 and she wanted a divorce. She said she doesn't love me anymore and doesn't want to be married. Life’s a real buggar.

Turn out it was a karma/magickal thing that I’d rather not go into here.

So in the process of healing, I moved to North Carolina with my Dad, and his half of my family. Working, trying to get back on my feet, but I mostly stagnated, but healed, and was divorced by mail.

So after two years, I’m back in NJ with me mum. With any luck I’ll be going back to school. Met the soulmate chosen before birth (Kelly Spina), but she was already married and we couldn’t make it work.

Granted this a very brief bit about me, and I’ve started writing a much more complete autobiography, but I don’t think I’m going to want that on the web until after I’m dead and forgotten. Say five years after my death? I wrote it from the perspective of how I felt at the time, and I think it might hurt a lot of people. But take it with a grain of salt, and know that my feelings have evolved over the years, and it should be easy to tell how I feel now.

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