My Story - Beginning

August 26, 1998, I was born at Kaiser Permenente Hospital in Los Angeles,
My mother, Annie Marie Negrette and my father Gerald McKenzie were in
their 20's when they conceved me. As tribute to my fathers best friend who
was shot dead in the streets he vowed to name his first born child after his
belovid morail, however my mother was deemed unable to birth children
but in turn gave birth to me, however my siblings were not as lucky, The first
after me was to be named Jerry Jr., however hard he clung to life his efforts
were in vain thanks to the church that took intrest in my mother after my
birth, considering me a "miracle". My little brother was to be blessed, but
during the progress my brother had died without explination, The second
was to be Johnathen but he was stillborn along with another child who was
never named.

Before i even knew of these events i lived in a small greyish blue house in
San Pedro, but not 4 years after my birth my mothers sister Lisa Marie
Negrette set the house ablaze with me and my mother inside, My
grandfather bought the house and land there so my mother and me had a
forever home, one where we would not have to worry about taxes and all
the other stress tied to owning a house. He left Lisa in charge since she was
the eldest, but due to her taste for money and hate toward me (for reason i
still don't know) Sabotaged it all, taking the money and rights to the home.

Since my father was part of a gang (He was what one might call a godfather of the group) He had been arrested for reason unclear, without anywhere to go or any other family to turn to my aunt planned to leave me and my mother to rot in the streets.

Thats when this started....