Chapter One: My Roots.

Allow me to introduce myself. My birth certificate states that I'm Alyson Amanda McKay born on May 13th of 1992. I was born in Butler, New Jersey, and I lived with my parents, a German Shepard, and a few cats.

People in my neighborhood seemed pretty close from what I can remember. Even the doggies were close friends. My German Shepard's name was Lance, and he used to love playing with the next door neighbors' gorgeous husky named Shiba. I can't really remember what cats were living then because we've had so many in my lifetime.

I lived a pretty normal and content life. I can still remember my mom waking me up the morning of my third birthday. It was so much fun. I had so many friends then. I am still able to keep in touch with a couple of the old neighbors now thanks to facebook.

Later that year, we had to move to a really old apartment in another town called Midvale. The people downstairs had no class at all. They were such rednecks. Gross.

The place had wood flooring in the kitchen that had splinters, and there were old furnaces which bordered the rooms along the floors that made obnoxious and creepy squeaky noises every now and then. The place was located on a busy main road and was supposedly one of the oldest houses in town.

Not the greatest place to live, but we still had fun. As long as my family had their friends and family to party with, we were still quite content. My parents were so happy then.
My dad had a descent drywall job, and my mom was a bartender. He had fun doing what he did on the stilts and scaffles while my mom enjoyed chilling at the bar with her friends and doing what she was best at afterwards... drinking.

Perhaps that's where I get my love for alcohol from? I believe so. At least we know it's not a problem because I don't abuse it. In fact, I don't think I've ever really "abused" anything. I know my limits, and I use common sense. Stupidity is NOT an option.

Also, here's some good advice for those of you dumbasses out there: NEVER use a needle for anything other than its legitimate purpose! ...but hey, if you're going to be stupid anyway, at least be sterile and clean your damn skin and don't re-use the damn syringe because that's how you get hepatitis. Dispose of that shit properly and put the used ones in a special container in which we call a "sharps container". If you don't have one, break the needle off of the syringe and throw it away. I just thought I might state the obvious to the people who can't grasp simple common sense. I don't know how they are living. Kudos to them.