It all began on the fourteenth of September in the year two-thousand one. True, it was the day the former president of the United States, George W. Bush, made his speech. True, it was also the day the Nintendo GameCube was released in Japan. And, yes, it was also the day the original Luigi's Mansion hit stores, but the day September 14th, 2001 was known more famously as the day a special baby came into existence. Unfortunately for society and all you fellow members of this community, that baby was me. That troublesome little baby grew up alongside a fraternal twin of opposite attitude. While this sister of mine grew up to be a girl of calm and innocent nature, I developed a more 'rough n tough' type of personality, scoffing and rolling my as at anything within my sight. Eventually, this juvenile delinquent to-be ran away from home to lead a more gangster-like life with some scumbags that lived on the street. After a couple of months, she was introduced to the world of thievery, drug-dealing, and other dirty deeds. I didn't mind, though. This was the person I was meant to be. And, I was right. After some practice robberies with random townsfolk wandering around, she went on to become and expert at stealing and, eventually, the head of the local gang. Previous gang leader Chad Rodgers attempted to take revenge on the girl for humiliating him back at the monthly meeting. She had beaten in him in an arm wrestle with ease, and it wasn't just any arm wrestle - it was the annual one that took place to determine the new head of the group. So, four days later, he returned to me and challenged me to one last arm wrestle. If I won, I would be the gang leader for eternity, but if he bested me, I would be kicked out of the group. I accepted the challenge, without a doubt in the world of my defeat. Unfortunately, the girl's over-confidence played the key role in her defeat, and despite her efforts, she lost the round, and was kicked out of the group. Being forced away from the people she spent two years growing up with was tough, but she was used to those kinds of things. A lot of her fellow members protested against her departure, yet Chad was in charge, and whatever decision he made was to be carried out without question. Anyone who didn't abide his orders were to suffer the same fate. The girl, who was now a castaway, was a tad glad she left. Her capabilities were much greater than that of the group, and they, in fact, were doing nothing but limiting her from reaching her true potential. I left my hometown and pressed on to greater heights, still leading the thug life I was destined to, but from then on as a lone wolf. I eventually became a professional drug-dealer, and made enough cash to leave much more than just bread on the table. Also, I still thieved often, decorating my beautiful apartment with more artifacts and expensive items each day. I was more than happy with myself, and eventually gathered up enough money and geeky friends whom I bribed to create my lifelong dream, which had become clear only after I arrived in New York - creating a revolutionary hack that could halt a computer's functions, delete all it's stored data, convert it into new information, and reprogram it to clog up it's internal wires and explode. She was attempting to make this hack real because of the fact that she absolutely despised computers. She thinks computers are not essential for survival, and does not understand why people rely on them so much. So, to put an end to the nonsense, I, with the help of some geeky friends whom I've bribed cash, created the hack, and were just about to complete the project until the police, who had been trying to track us down for quite some time then, caught us. We were sent to jail for only two days for being suspected of hacking, but then it became a life sentence after they found out the severity and intention of the hack. And this girl just couldn't live with that. So, she knocked out the guard on duty with her sturdy fist, and caught the prison door keys in mid-air as they were falling from his pocket. With the guard unconscious, she signaled her friends to hurry up and escape with her. And they did, too, not a second to soon. Upon departure from the prison, she immediately suggested her two friends to accompany her back to the apartment quickly to take all the money they had left and use it to buy each of them a ticket to whatever plane was about to leave. They didn't care where they were going, but they were going. They quickly grabbed all their important belongings, a change of clothes each, stuffed all their money into a briefcase, and ran for the hills; the cops were still looking for us, or so we assumed. So, we dashed to the local airport in  huff, pushing people out of the way on our way over, and finally arrived and boarded a plane to England. Upon their arrival in London, they decided it would be best to split up for their own safety of being found. They shook hands and promised to keep in touch online, despite the girl's hatred for computers. So, I moved to Manchester and I am living here now. Quite a story that was, eh? I have met many people on my journey. Journey... more like a road that began delinquency and led to even more severe delinquency. The people I lived with influenced my odd behavior today. From normal townsfolk to dirty gangsters to computer geeks. I am, I'll it, a little but better as a person today, yet I still have problems. I tend to get angry easily. I tend to get a little grabby at times. And I tend to lie a lot. For example, I lied to my nerdy friends about the cash they would get.  I lied to myself about the person I would become. And I lied to you about this entire story.