I was born and raised in a small town in idaho, life was very hard on the farm. Dad was a constant drunk and would beat my ma. My ma would cope by disappearing for days at a time, so I would have to fend for myself when it came to food. I became aware of her addiction to painkillers, but why would I care. My dad had webbed feet and hands and would bask himself on a heating pad in his room. I was always inclined to ask questions but he never gave a striaght answer. Later on, I found the love of my life in the himalayas.