that there was nothing bigger to me then being a big homie like the older cats i hung around so it drove me to go harder thus resulting in the start of my criminal ways, up until i turnt 20, finally i was released from the county with nowhere to go to, forcing me to head to a juvenile shelter where i stayed for 3 whole months up until i got a call out the blue from my biological grandmother then finally reconnecting with my blood mother and other family members some years later i still was stuck in my ways but yet worse riding around with guns feeling as if i had a point to prove up until i caught my first federal prison sentence 18months later i was back on the streets with unfinished business and back to my criminal ways up until my last bid which changed my way of thinking, resulting in a 3 and a half year sentence and being shipped from state to state up until i landed in beckly  west virginia, like always i ran to all i know the gangs, first thing i did was link up with the homies then get myself established, beckley had it rough, food was trash, they treated us like dawgs and we had multiple lockdowns to where we could barely get our hands on the phone to speak to our loved ones, i used to sit in the cell and write wishing i could see a tv from my cell but i couldn’t so it forced me to do something i was unfamiliar with but later on decided i enjoyed it thus resulting in my first urban novel lunatic part 1, after numerous lockdowns and mass amounts of reading, i came up with a plan thus the thought was born and later manifested to be Faime Magazine.