James Rowe
Kicked In The Teeth
language
( July 15, 2014)
An autobiography with Demons.
This is a map to my soul written down on these pages for you to know. This is written in a sometimes very broken stream of consciousness way, though my many re-reads and edits should help. It is a memoir of madness and a tale of woe. If you read this then know that you will step into the darkness and within that darkness you will find my demons and you’ll see the worst and the best of humanity.
This is not a happy book.
Know that I am tired and alone, both scarred and scared of my experiences. I am both magician and magic trick in my own life and the tricks I play on my mind to keep pushing on. I am every experience that has ever hurt, broke or crushed me. Some I remember, some I just bear the wounds from and some of those wounds will never heal. I am lost battered, bruised and confused like the rest of us.
I am part Native American, and part Asian. I have dealt with racism all of my life and I am the victim of child abuse on all levels.This is a map showing how people can break and how sometimes I'm just too stupid to stay down.
This story is about a little boy who barely knew how to walk and how he once decided he would cross a street filled with broken bottles and what came before that moment and what came after it. That boy carried my name and as much as it hurts to admit it, that boy was me and always has been and always will be.
This is a map to my soul written down on these pages for you to know. This is written in a sometimes very broken stream of consciousness way, though my many re-reads and edits should help. It is a memoir of madness and a tale of woe. If you read this then know that you will step into the darkness and within that darkness you will find my demons and you’ll see the worst and the best of humanity.
This is not a happy book.
Know that I am tired and alone, both scarred and scared of my experiences. I am both magician and magic trick in my own life and the tricks I play on my mind to keep pushing on. I am every experience that has ever hurt, broke or crushed me. Some I remember, some I just bear the wounds from and some of those wounds will never heal. I am lost battered, bruised and confused like the rest of us.
I am part Native American, and part Asian. I have dealt with racism all of my life and I am the victim of child abuse on all levels.This is a map showing how people can break and how sometimes I'm just too stupid to stay down.
This story is about a little boy who barely knew how to walk and how he once decided he would cross a street filled with broken bottles and what came before that moment and what came after it. That boy carried my name and as much as it hurts to admit it, that boy was me and always has been and always will be.