Blog #4 My Life Chronological

I was born February 6th 1984 here in Oklahoma City. On July 6th 1984 which is my mother's birthday we moved to Chicago Illinois. Where we lived on the lower South Side. When I was 13 years old I was blessed and jumped into Gangster's Disciples. It was a changing point in my life. I didn't join the gang because I had no family. On the contrary I have a great family that was caring. I just happened to live in a bad neighborhood and everyone in my school was a GD. My parents worked a lot so they could make ends meet so I was home at night by myself a lot. When I was 14 I got arrested for selling crack. I was 15 years old and I was expelled from school and brought home by the police for being involved in gang activities. There was actually 31 people expelled that day. My parents decided then that it was time to move back to Oklahoma. My parents first sent me to a small town called Drexel Missouri. This was my Sophmore year of high school. My sister lived there at the time and it was sort of like a transition to get me used to something smaller. What my parents did not realize was that the town only had 900 people in it. I would compare my time there to masturbating with sand paper. It was so excruciating. Not only was it small but most of the people there were redneck. Then half way through my sophmore year my parents finally moved me to Oklahoma City again. I moved here not really knowing how to act. I was a bad kid who didn't care. I didn't have any homies down here so I was pretty much banging by myself. Then at the age of 17 in 2001 I talked to an Army Recruiter. He started talking to me about seeing exotic places, meeting exotic people, and killing them. It sounded like it was just up my ally. So I signed up between my junior and senior year. Once I graduated highschool I left for the Army. It was great. They taught me discipline and team work. In may of 2003 I found out my girlfriend at the time was pregnant with my son. So we got married on May 17th 2003 and I deployed to Iraq on May 20th 2003. I came home on leave on Dec 9th of 2003 and my first Child Kenny Logan Berry was born on Dec 11th 2003. I got out of the Army on June 17th 2005 and joined the national guard. My wife didn't like being an Army wife. Nothing to interesting happened really until my Daughter Reagan Zoey Berry was born on March 19th 2006. Then in December of 2006 I got divorced. It was cool I filed the ex wife was crazy. Then on May 19th 2007 I was on my way to the store on my motorcycle to get a pack of cigarettes when a Chrysler 300 decided to run me over and drag me for 30 feet. It was just a bad day really. I ended up breaking 24 bones where they had to put 2 plates in my right shoulder, 2 plates and 2 bolts in my pelvis, and a rod in my left left. I also severed my liver, collapsed a lung and got 3rd degree burns on my back from the exhaust of the ladies car. The police officer decided that because I had a mohawk and tattoos that I was automatically a drug user so he followed the ambulance to the hospital so that I could be given a drug test. Well I ended up spending 3 weeks in ICU on a breathing machine. Then I spent another 2 weeks at OU medical center and then they moved me to Valir Rehabilitation Hospital for a month. They finally let me come home in the middle of July. The only problem was I was still in a wheel chair. This didn't work for me very well. I have always been a very independent person. I had having to ask for help. The worst part of all was that I had really bad nerve damage in my right hand and the doctors didn't know if I would ever be able to tattoo again. Also my children didn't understand why daddy couldn't get in the floor with them and play and why I daddy couldn't give them baths or go outside and run and play. I think them not understanding was probably the hardest part of it all. The doctors told my family that I wouldn't walk again until at least thanks giving. Well I am very non-compliant when it comes to doctors. I can't tell you how many times doctors would cuss when they were talking about me. Well at the end of August I walked into the doctors office pushing my wheel chair. He was mad but at the same time understood how I was. Finally in December I got my hand back and I decided then to come to ITT Tech. I almost wasn't able to tattoo again I needed something to fall back on. So here I am still can't walk through metal detectors and still a bad ass that doesn't care what people think about me because they can't whoop me.

Random Thought of The Day:

Kinko's. Don't be fooled by the name. It's no sex shop and don't bother asking to see the good stuff in the back. You'll be asked to leave.