The beginning

I was born in San Francisco to a single mom. I never knew my father and was told that they met at a uso dance. When she found out she was pregnant, he denied it all. So all I know is that his name is Michael Jansen and he's from Minnesota. We moved shortly before I started kindergarden to a small town in California called Rodeo. Then my Aunts and grandparents followed us along. Our first apartment was over a small restaurant named Betty's Kitchen. We had one more apartment for a short time that was around the corner before we moved to the projects. I believe this was the beginning of the end.

Let me start by saying I now hate growing up in the projects, but while growing up we had lots of fun and I made some great friends out there. We could roam the streets at all hours and nothing would happen. Everyone knew who you were and where you belonged. If you were caught doing something wrong, everyone knew about it.

I went to Garretson, Hillcrest, Carquinez, and John Swett all while living in the projects. It was fun, happy and sad all at the same time. I believe if I hadn't run away from there I would have surely died out there by now. My grandparents, mom, and aunt all passed away out there in the projects.

Like I said I did have some fun and I had (still have) some great friends that I hung out with. Becky Naglemaker, Ronda Schmitt, Cheryl Chambers, Dean Hardin, Eric peoples, and Stacey Mitchell were all the greatest friends I could have ever have. Although Eric could have been better instead of the lying cheat he turned out to be.