A note from Ronjon:Most of this autobiography that you will read is meant for young people that may not know what the right path in life is, or which of those paths to take. This book shows them th...view moreA note from Ronjon:Most of this autobiography that you will read is meant for young people that may not know what the right path in life is, or which of those paths to take. This book shows them that the path I took, and if they have a lick of sense, they definitely don’t want to take the one I did. I’m sure that whoever is reading this introduction, knows someone; whether it be an relative, a friend or a friend of a friend, that may benefit from my mistakes, and if that person needs a little kick in the butt, to show him or her, that life is precious, and not to waste it, sitting in some God forsaken jail cell somewhere; wondering if they will be alive at the end of the day, or not.This story is based on my life. No one ever thought I would make it past the ripe old age of thirty. I have done more, than my fair share of drugs, hard-core partying, and not to mention, kicking much ass. Most of the names, times and places have been changed for obvious reasons. I slept on army cots most of my life, whether they were in my aunt’s basement laundry room, my cousin’s back porch way down in the boonies of Virginia, or whatever institution I was in at the time. I was in and out of institutions from the beginning of my early life. I guess I was hardheaded or at least as they say, “Hard to train,” or maybe it was because of someone else beside my family was raising me, who knows? In this story, you will read why you should not abuse or neglect your children, in any way, shape or form, and what evolves from it, if you do. You will read what a living hell is all about, and what happens from having no control over your children and letting them basically run loose and raise themselves. I would like to think that family values have not gone down the drain these days, because for one, it seems like there is no parental control, or love like it used to be. You see it every time you turn on the news, juvenile killing juvenile, juvenile kill’s classmates, juvenile kill’s parents and rest of family, or kills themselves. It seems that there is no end to it all, if anything, it’s getting worse. Come on, we can put a man on the moon, why can't we deal with the problems of our young. This is the first time that I have decided to sit down, write and share my life with anyone, because for one thing, it is far from what I am proud of; believe this. I am ashamed, but there is a message here! I really hope that some young guy or girl will read this, sit back and say, “No way man, I ain’t going through what that dude went through, it ain’t worth it, I am not going to mess my life up like that." If these book’s change just one persons life, keeps them from going to jail like I did; makes them see through my mistakes, so they will not make the same mistakes I did; then writing this book was worth all of the hours, and bad memories that I have had to endure while writing it, and it won’t all be in vain. These events I am surely not trying to glorify, I want someone to see the good times as well as the bad times and let them see that the bad times outweigh the good times, and there is no doubt about it! I continue this story with two to five more books. This book only reaches the first sixteen years of my life, hope it does something for you; it did me!view less