nar eputistic # 7834

it all started right after the stork dropped me off at some crazy hospital in jamaica, queens. I had no idea. I have never been there since. the mother manny picked me up we went to live in a beautiful busted apartment in spanish harlem, i had no idea. We moved shortly after to the south bronx where my brother was born. Day care was too much fun & I had no idea that I was the only kid on the block who still had a black & white t.v. & whose mom hadn’t bought the new ‘nintendo’ game console. I had no idea about a lot of stuff. We moved a couple more times in the bronx & settled down near an uptight predominately irish (or jewish) hood. I met one of my closest cronies-Matt, who ended up enviting me to his barmitzvah. I was the only black kid there. I was the only black person there. I had no idea. I’m black? I had no idea. I’m cuban & west indian. I had an idea. It was fun. The food was unusual & great. We moved again, this time to the upper west side. My school was amaziing. (All 3 or so weeks of it). We moved again, further up the west side into this apartment building. Thanks to the best friend of the foster-mothers daughter, who was also my mom’s best friend, we lived on the first floor. I had no idea we lived there dirt cheap. My mom died in that apartment shortly after we moved into it. We moved again (my brother & I) back to the bronx. My aunt was nice enough to take us into her home & raise us. I had no idea i hated my cousins so much. & I had no idea how rich my Aunt was. They were the only kids on the block with a turbo graphix 16 &&& a dreamcast…& I had no idea. During & after 8th grade, I applied to & auditioned for a couple of art high schools in manhattan. La Guardua said no. Art & Design said no. Graphic Communication Arts said yes. I got expelled for bringing in a sharp scissors & a blade to school. it was an accident. I had no idea. I dont have alot of ideas.