On March 12th, 1992... sometime around 7PM, I, Stephen Vaux, was born. I was in my peak physical condition at 8 pounds, and came out pissing on all the doctors who helped bring me to a more permanent life. I'd like to think of this as my first act of social disobedience: A group of people paid to take a fetus and bring it into reality, and I take that sense of pride and douse them with pee. This also gave me one other thing, aside from life, that i often take for granted: The one picture of my birth-parents smiling in the same picture together. Granted, my mother was on a LOT of drugs, and my father was a newly endowed parent, but still, to see them smile together was something that didn't, and doesn't, happen often.
As I said, I was at the peak physical condition at the age of around one. From there, it just went terribly down hill. I maintained an alright weight until age six, when things between my mother and father (never married, now married to other people) lead to things unsatisfactory to me or my health. My hair has changed a bit. In the beginning of my life, I had more of a jew-fro than anything, but in the later years of my life, i've had a natural pompadour. This doesn't bother me at all, except for the hard time i have maintaining it.
That's been a slight recap of my humble beginnings. For some reason, if you think this is going to be the underdog-story of the century, you're about to be sadly mistaken. From here on out, this story is going to get much worse, almost unbearable. It's up to you to continue reading, you've been warned.
See ya' next time~
