A Brief History of Blaze's Interesting Life ;)
I've had a pretty troubled life from my childhood to my late
teenage years, but starting from my twenties I managed to get it
all together. When I was about 5 my parents separated.
My mother remarried and so did my father. I lived with my
Mother and Step-Father (Jim) till just before I turned 14.
I never really got along with Jim for the most part and in
the end it broke us apart. Just before my 14th birthday I
had a huge verbal fight with Jim and it got way out of hand.
It was on the way home from somewhere and when we got back he
dragged me out of the car while my Mother ran in the house with
my sister (then about 3 years old) and he literally beat the
living shit out of me. The police showed up and took me to
the hospital. I had a concussion and full of bruises on my
head (they took full of pictures). The doctor there told
me to charge him or he would do it again, unfortunately for me I
didn't charge him. I was then sent to the foster care
system in Toronto. I spent a couple weeks at a place
called "Logan House" in Toronto while they located a foster
family for me. The family that they found were wonderful
people and I learned a lot from them after having spent 6 months
in their care. After that I was released back to my
parents and just before my 15th birthday Jim and I had it out
again and he ended up beating the living crap out of me for the
second time while my Mother did nothing to stop him. At
the time my father had moved to Quebec and it was decided that
it would be better for me to go live with him instead of going
back to children's aid. My Mom and Step-Father were very
very strict and my Father and Step-Mother (April) were extremely
lenient. It was a huge change in life-style for me and I
went a little nuts with all that freedom. I had just
turned 15 the first time I had sex and got into a lot of drugs
and drinking. I got a job working with my Dad at a garage
(my Dad is a professional welder and owned his own garage back
in TO before he went bankrupt) and so I had plenty of cash to
pay for shit like acid, coke, mesc, pot, hash, blotters etc.
Things were really wild at my Dads, for example: One time
my Dad's friend Gaytan came over and told us that his Dad told
him that a Hell's angel leader had gone to jail for the weekend
(the dad lived pretty close to the club house) and that nobody
would be there for the whole weekend. We all jumped in the
truck and drove down to the club house where we broke in and
stole tons of shit. We grabbed all the flags (they had some
from wall to wall), tapes, stereo equipment, bones, booze, drugs
you name it, only thing we didn't take was the low rider and the
pool table. There was about 40 bottles of booze and that
weekend my dad went on a major bender with my uncle. One
time living at my Dads 7 of us took acid and tripped together all
night (one of craziest nights of my life). Another time we
went to see a dealer and he didn't have anything so we stole his
car and drove it in a lake nearby. With such a cool room
(all the flags and bones and shit, have that all on home video
which I will put on cd when I get a video card for that) I
became very popular with all the local boys and some of us
became good friends and we had tons of parties (see pics below).
I actually had the entire upstairs section of the house all to
myself and my Dad and April never said anything about us
partying all night and so we did that pretty often LOL. My
Dad bought me my first motorcycle on my 16th birthday (it was a
400cc 1979 Kawasaki), and I never got my license but he taught
me to ride it and stupidly I used to bomb around under the
influence. On November 12th 1990 I started dating the love
of my life after a few meaningless relationships, and the
following year she got kicked out of her home and came to live
with me at my Dads. We did lots of partying in those days
and one day we got into a fight I said "that's it I'm going to
kill myself" and took off my bike (she wouldn't let me go alone
and jumped on the back). Little did I know my wish almost
came true as I was driving way too fast and I tried to take a
sharp corner too fast. We ended up hitting the ditch and
then smashed right into a poll. We both flew off the bike
and I ended up with a bruised lung and a broken collar
bone. I remember just after I hit the poll I could not
breath for a good minute and it was then that I thought "this is
it, I'm going to die". My girlfriend (Vicki) only had
minor injuries thank god. I made it through however and
that's when my life started to change for the better.
It wasn't
long after that my father and April wanted to kick Vicki out and
we both decided to move out at that time and get our own place.
I had already been kicked out of high school and didn't have a
job so we jumped onto welfare (one person's welfare because I
was not old enough to collect) and got our first apartment.
Just before my 18th birthday we got notice that they were going
to cut us off so I went out there the next morning and within
three hours I came back with a good job and have been working
there ever since. I am a press operator for a rubber
company and we make the official pucks for the NHL, jet masks
for the US army, firemen masks, miner masks hoses etc. all the
rubber components for snow mobiles and ski-doos for bombardier,
soles for shoes and many other specialty rubber pieces.
Ever since then we have grown into responsible adults. We
got married in 1997 and had our first child in 1998. We
have lived in 4 different apartments and at the end of 2003 we
bought our first house (4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms blah blah blah).
Looking back we've really come a long way both in the way we
live, the way we respect ourselves and others and considering
the road that we were on I'm extremely proud on what we have
accomplished. There is so much more I could write but then
it would be a book instead of a little info on myself lol and so
I just tried to write some of the more unusual moments in my
life and then some of more proud moments. My wife and
children are everything to me and now life is all about the
"moments", the smiles, the laughter, and of course the love.
In what was a classic case of "miss spent youth", with my wife
we managed to create something wonderful and for that I shall
always be grateful for the life that has been given to me :) |
