Never understood how people wanted to know who I was in the Karate uniform, but ignored me when I’d work at McDonald’s (The Notes Byrne III)

At seventeen years of age I ran away from home and my mother followed in her Mercedes Benz.

I ran all the way to my grandparents mobile trailer.

Started making new types of friends. Some of em’ seemed to wanted to be the first to have me get intoxicated and high. I had not done drugs and alcohol before. Started off with a cigarette, then beer, then Mad Dog, then Cisco…

And once I got out of control with my drinking they let me go.

Didn’t take long for me to quit Taekwondo. I took Taekwondo for seven years and had become a third degree black belt. I was a role model to adults and kids. Since age 13, when I earned my black belt, I had the esteemed title “Mr. Holmes.”

I was ashamed, I’d get so drunk and high that I couldn’t defend myself play fighting my new friends. I was so scared of everything and everyone; so eager to be accepted. I ran away instead of fighting my father. He so much, seemed to want a tougher son.

I did see a trend of Taekwondo, as it was taught, being an inferior self-defense program as compared to grappling arts. Kicks and punches are great yet when my opponent came in close and wrestled, I was defenseless.

Almost didn’t graduate high school because I skipped so much. A teacher, luckily, stepped forward on my behalf. I had stayed so many days after school for tutoring that they used those days as credits.

I’d emotionally blackmail my mother and father, telling them how much they had ruined my life. They’d give me money and cars.

Living with my newly divorced mother and borrowing her Mercedes Benz attracted the thugs that hung out on the Service Drive beaten down new military recruits and throwing up gangsta disciple pitchfork hand signs. They did a lot of dirt. I was so excited to be living the life that I heard Gangsta Rappers rap about.

Many times I’d be like a chauffer, hired driver, to my friends and their girlfriends. They seemed to get highly entertained by getting me high/drunk. Take them to hotels and parties where I’d feel so out of place. When my mom wasn’t home they’d procreate on my bed. Sure enough nine months later they’d have kids.

Didn’t take long for me to find my own girl. Her name was Katrina.