i dont tell may people this but my home life was is and will always be hell. sometimes i am surprized i havent killed myself. it isnt much better at school, i am tortured, and an outcast. one time a bunch of cheerleaders locked me in a janitor closet (a broom closet that was very small) , and i kept screaming and screaming until i had passed out, almost like that little kid from the 6th sense or somethin, and it was even caught on video tape and I got suspended for 10 days and the cheerleaders got one day after school. even the nerds in the marching band with me push me and beat me up. i am different, and scared most the time. in 1994, my only friend in the whole world let me listen to a demo tape of korn and i cried so hard, and i was like, in the 4 or 5 grade too, and now im in high school. ever since, i have listened to korn i wanted more, it was like neosporen for my wounds, it felt good. i drink, and smoke, and when i read the korn biography, i learned jonathan davis was just like me, except a guy. it has helped me sloww down and stop most of my substance abuse, and has helped me take me beatings and beat back. i still get beat up, but atleast now i can do it with dignity, and as a fellow musician, i respect him, and hope one day i will get the chance to meet him and tell him how much he has changed my life and the lives of others. i am just like him and he is just like me...