May 7th,1965

I will be honest with you all...I have no memories of that day but my mother on the other hand tends to go on and on about it...trying to make me feel guilty in some way Im sure.

Yes, May 7th of the year 1965 is the day of my breach birth, tornados and massive flooding here in the great state of Minnesota. Is it really my fault that in August of 64 my mom and her boyfriend opted to do the funky dance in the backseat of a car,nowing damn well that it might lead to something down the road seeing as how they didnt use protection?

I was born ass first with the cord wrapped around my neck...which many believe is the main reason for my unusual sence of humor at times. Shortly after my birth daddy opted to run off and join his friends in Stillwater Prison.

Mom raised me pretty much on her own for a few years till she met the guy who gave me a new last name...and no it aint Ziggs.

The years have passed and Im now a father of two boys of my own. I wish I could make them feel guilty about their births but I just cant do it. I sit back and look upon their births as a blessing...for you see, if it were not for them,my ex-wife would never have suffered all that pain that she so deserved.

For the most part this entire entry is just for shits and giggles...Mom has always been great to me and she really doesnt make me feel guilty in anyway. My biological father has passed away and the step-father has been erased from my memories forever. The part about the ex-wife suffering thru childbirth? Lets just say that my youngest child was a vaginal birth and he weighed almost eleven pounds at birth...eheheh Im so evil!