My family wasn't always that big.
Once we were (lovers...) just (lovers we were...) Mama Jakie and Papa Harold. But my parents said: "The house is too quite, isn't it?" And that's the way my brother was made (well...sort of...). Apparently my Bro, called (surprisingly) Harold wasn't enaugh for my beloved parents, so they desided to add another kaos to this world. And that's the way I was made! (well...sort of...)
To tell you the truth, I don't remember much of my long and boring hours in my mom's body... But I'm sure she remembers my kickings, trying to show her that I'll be a great bascketball player. Anyway, I'm glad I got out of that boring place, at 20.2.75 (that was the happiest day of my life!).

My life till 5 years old was very usuall. I learned to sing and I remember myself preforming on stage at 3-4 years old (did I mention that my life was usuall?). I had that cousin, what's his name? Oh, ye, Kevin, and I remember being with him a lot and having fun. Poor him! He had his two big brothers and they always liked to beat him in games... But when I was with him, they didn't touch us. My brother and I were very close, and HE've never beated me! Anyway, I slided from the subject.

I had a notmal life. But at an age of 5 something went wrong.
I was playing with my brother (he was 7 then) in a foolish game near our house, in Lexington, KY, I slipped and fell on the concrete, and my smart bro got with his bike over my stomack! Gee, that hurted! But Harold didn't do it on purpose! He was scared too! Anyway, I got a wound at my head (and in my stomack), and cried like nuts. But it healed. And after a couple of weeks I suddenly started to feel bad. It was kind of weakness... My parents took me to a doc and he told me that I'll be just fine. But I wasn't! I was taken to a hospital and spent there all my days, missing everything. Today I know that I could almost die of it! If you want the full details, check out the full story of my desease. I don't wanna talk about that anymore.

I got back to life really fast, after I got out of the hospital. I went to school and to tell you the truth, I liked it! I loved the drama class the best! I was planning to become a bascketball player as I grow...So as I grew, I joined the NBA!!!(just kidding...you know what I'm involved in, don't you?)

Since I quit the NBA (because of a bad treatment from Michael Jordan and his bascketball), I knew I deserve a better kind of life! So my best friend, Charles Barkly, suggested me to call my cousin, what's his name again?...Oh, ye, Kevin...And ask him whether I can join his gang. (You still believe me, don't you?)

Ok, Ok, let's get serious...
I was really hoping to become a bascketball player, and music wasn't my first parority. But I had a tiny little problem... I wasn't growing anymore, and since something like 15 years old, I stayed that 1.70 m... I was too tall for the NBA players, so I didn't even give it a try to get into the NBA, cause they'd be afraid of me! And I don't like scarring people...

Ok, Ok, I promise to be serious this time... After I found out I'm too short for a bascketball player, I came one day to my mom and said: "Mom, I can't be a bascketball player. I have to think about something else!" It was a big shock for my Mom, 'cause she didn't expect me to admit I'm too short. So I desided to concentrate on my studies. And then, at my American History Class, happened something that'd change my life forever! (and this time I'm serious!)

I was in my History class, when suddelnly a voice over the tannoy system said: "Urgent telephone call for Brian littrel. Please come to the office immideately."
Boy, that was scarry! You know, when there are utgent calls to the school, an hour before leaving home, you can't expect it'd be something good! I mean, what couldn't wait till I get home?!
When I got out of the class, trying to look as calm as possible, I walked really fast at first, but my panic began to take control, and I turned into a panical running to the office. Shaking, I picked up the phone, and all my horror imagination turned into confusion when I heard the happy, calm and familliar voice on the next side, saying: "Hey, cous', what's up? How ya doin'? It's Kevin." It was my cousin Kevin, that suggested me to join some band he was in. From that point the things ran really fast. I came to Orlano, where the band was, and... after I got to know the sweet D (howie D), Kaos (frack)(officially known as Nick) and Bones (A.J), I think you know what came next...

And that's the story of my life (exciting, isn't it?)

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