All artists have a story, i just wanted to share mine.

My first memory is of my mom yelling at my dad in the Pecanland mall in Louisiana. I was probably 18-19 monthes old. The next couple of years are a blur of moving, and divorce. I had to wear those leg braces like Forrest Gump when i was younger too. When i was three, my sister and i were placed in a foster home because my dad was accused of molesting us. Three years passed in foster care, where i learned to swim, and ride a bike, about this time i started to have consistant nightmares. I moved back in with my mom when i was six, she did everything the Louisiana courts deemed necessary for parental rights to be restored. I got to have visits with my dad until i was seven, almost eight, when he was murdered in an insurance fraud scam. i hate my step mother and sisters, they were involved. The case was dropped, the main suspect whas the mayors son, he was also the insurance salesman for my dad's policy. The next two years went by uneventfully, but i did get expelled from my elementary school for stealing. i started smoking when i was 9, and drinking when i was 10, thats when my mom really stopped caring about where i was, or what i was doing. This is also the time i learned to cook, and clean, because i was the only one who would do it. Oh, i forgot, i joined the mormon church when i was seven and got baptised when i was 9. This is about the time that my mom discovered that brooms were a good tool for "discipline". She broke a broom over my back, and grounded me for breaking the broom. My uncle discovered he could tie knots really well, and decided to tie me upside down from the clothes line. we moved to Utah when i was 13, my mom had also joined the church, and my sister wanted to go to BYU. We rolled the 25ft moving truck in Arizona, and lost everything we owned. My grandma moved to Utah with us when i was 14, she was a nurse. I got into drugs when i was 13, but never did anything stronger than marajuana. I weighed about 310 pounds when i was 13. My sister pulled a knife on me over a bag of chips, needless to say we never got along after that. I got arrested January 14 2001 and charged with 375 miscelanious felonies, including drug possesion, Misuse of a controled substance, breaking and entering(three strike law in utah means felonie), Grand Theft Auto(same), Assault(same) and on and on. I was placed in a group home, and protective custody. I went through 4 years of intensive therapy to see why i was so screwed up, where my mom didn't help at all. On a side note, i have been in therapy since the age of 3. I succesfully completed the therapy program, and my criminal record was locked in my juvinal history, and later expunged. I wasn't able to get my drivers liscense until i was 18, i had to get my GED because i couldn't finish high school. After the group home i was placed in foster care again until i was nearly 20. I failed 2 semesters of college, and worked at a Mcdonalds. I moved out last october, and began working at a pizza place in the local mall, where i met my ex-girlfriend. Her name is Rebecca, she is the first person that i have ever let myself love. We brokeup in August, and i have been a wreck since then. This is what goes into my art, my poems, and my music. This is what makes me Chris Evans.

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