Popcorn

My name is David Alexander, but most people call me Popcorn and I am up and coming writer. My hope is to build a flourishing relationship between reader and writer. My plan is to bring something new and electrifying to the writing industry.

The Biography

There is something I got to say, I am a riddle trapped in enigma Made flesh. When I was younger, I was unable to understand the way I am. I was born with a gift and curse. One night my mind allowed me to lose track of time and because of that I came home 3 hours for my late curfew. My mother got very angry at me because, she felt that I was constantly disrespecting her by braking the rules that she made for me and my brother and little sister. I ran away from my home in Michigan, because I felt that my mother grounding for the summer was cruel and unfair.

I was frightened and scared when I was started walking downs the interstate. I started to get confused and frustrated because I didn't know what to do next. After miles of walking a man pulled beside me in a blue 1996 SRT Viper GTS, and asked me if I would like a ride, I said yes. Then that man did something that changed my life forever. He put his foot on the gas and we took off. I remember my heart was in my throat, and that I was scared and excited the same time. At that moment I forgot about everything that was going on in my life I enjoyed the sensation of feeling safe when everything around you in your life is out of control.

I wound up going to live with my grandmother in Vermont, and life was good, until I turned 18. I was on the verge of graduating from Essex High School. When I allowed my mind to get confused and corrupted this happened, when I was a teenager. I had a mental brake down when my mind try to kill my spirit (Suicide). I was so scared, that I ran away from me, my true self. I started walking toward the highway to Hell. I started stealing fast cars and getting wasted on expensive scotch. I started doing lots drugs and sleeping with beautiful Whore and gorgeous strung out prostitutes. I started doing the drug that killed Jimmy Hendrix, and the shit that got Charlie Sheen fired from Two and Half men. I was lonely and bitter and always had no money.