You can fool some of the people some of the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can't fool all of the people all of the time.
-Abraham Lincoln

I was raised mostly by my grandparents here in New Orleans. My mom was always in and out of rehab and my dad's still in prison for dealing drugs. Well, he hasn't spent all that time in prison, just keeps going back. Maybe he likes it and decided that it was a good habit to get into. Who knows? I don't have any contact with him and very little with my mom. Especially now that I'm an adult. I visit my grandparents still, they're good people and did all they could for me. I'm really grateful for having them, so many kids in my position don't have anyone. I tried to make them proud of me, and I think I mostly did that. Of course, nobody's perfect.

The biggest problem I had growing up came from some neighbors. I guess you could say they were my racist bane before the Strikers. They were white people who didn't like having non-whites in the neighborhood. But my grandparents worked hard to get where they were and there was no way they were letting racist assholes throw them out. Wasn't easy standing up against them, I found that out. Especially since they had a couple of big kids there. And only one was a guy. I think the girl might've even been bigger than the guy, not quite sure. I avoided getting that close. Not that they didn't try, of course. But I got very good at finding ways to avoid direct confrontation, including all sorts of different routes to get places. And I got really good at distraction, too. So what could've been a lot more hell for me growing up wasn't too bad. I think they still live there, too. Imagine how thrilled they were when I joined Las Araņas and occasionally brought a friend or two around. Especially the minority ones. There was one confrontation with the two kids, though I suppose kids is a loose term since the younger one was a couple years older than me. But after Paco and Fernando had a.. umm.. talk with them, they didn't cause any trouble for awhile. I wonder why not?

I suppose that those wonderful neighbors probably hopped right on the Striker bandwagon, though I haven't been back since it all went down. Like a lot of minorities, my grandparents were thrown out of their nice place and put in a more "suitable" area. Any whites that made a complaint about minorities in their area have the say about that, so I'm sure it was that family that got mine kicked out. I need to thank them for that in a less than nice way, I think.

It wasn't too long ago that I ran into those damn Bloodlust Harpies, which is why I decided my room is a very good place to hang out. They got hold of me and others and I ended up being taken by that Devi bitch and totally humiliated. I'm not going into that though, it's too embarrassing. I owe her a lot for that and maybe someday I'll get to pay her back. At least I got out of there, though. Wasn't there too long, either. But long enough to know I hated it. I guess it's fitting that she jumped on over to the side with the Strikers because she has a few of their tendencies, although I don't think actual racism is one of them. She needs a big lesson, I'll say that. Not that I'll probably be the one to give to her, but I'll be happy if someone does. Maybe I should talk to Sabotage.