Some of you might know me via my 'sona, but it's time to really know me, the man behind the dragon.

I was born in Saint Marys, Georgia, November 1, 1987, to my mother Karen K. Boris, and my father Eugene R. Boris. I have an older sister, Amber R. Boris. I was raised mostly in Kingsland, Georgia.

Growing up, had mostly some good times, moved around a little, but mostly in town. Around when I was born though, I lived overseas in Scotland, moved back a year later. Kindergarten was when I met my best bud, James 'Rex' Dutton, from that day forward, we were kinda like brothers. Did have a few issues growing up though. During some of the moves, particularly when my family was in the projects, I was outside playing. All of a sudden, whapped in the head by an inch diameter PVC pipe, had to go in for some stitches, still have the scar from it. That did something else to me as well, knocked the three bones in my left ear out of place, so I had to get surgery for it. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to hear out of it.

Moving on, after living there for a few years, my mom and my dad divorced, which kinda tore my family apart a bit. That's roughly around the time I started middle school, where things were kinda rougher for me. Had a few issues with a classmate, While on a bus ride home, he was talking about me so I said "If you and I swapped how would you like it then" then he started to wail on me till I started to bleed. I got of easy though, after that, he didn't bother me again. During that time though, both parents found someone, my mom to my stepdad and my pop to my stepmom, both pushed me in different ways. My stepdad physically with working his small farm (Which I really didn't mind doing, waking up early and feeding them all, before heading to school), my stepmom pushing me to do better in school. I remember a punishment I had to do for my stepdad which was moving 10 60 lb. bags of cement from the back of his truck to a car before a storm hit, done it with roughly an hour to spare before it did.

High school, ah those were the days for me, my education run coming to it's end. Had some issues there also, but mostly good days. Made a few more friends, and did the one thing that most of my family never did, Graduate. That was the greatest accomplishment I could feel. Now most of you might of thought I went to college to better myself. Nope. Reason being, my family wasn't all that in the paygrade for that. So a few months after that, I started to work at the local KFC, it was fun there, but after about 6 months, I was let go, tried finding another job, but with no luck in doing so. When I hit 21, I was kicked out of living with my mom and stepdad, nothing more then a few sets of cloths and some applications, same day my dad seen me and brought me home, a few months later, my sis offered me a job working with her in the same company but in the Saint Marys store. Worked there for a few more years, but on August 29, 2010, the worst came to truth. The owner shut it down, and I filed for unemployment, did so for roughly a year then just stopped. 3 years later, more tragedy struck, I was kicked out of the Apartment I was living in from the start of 2010 to 2014. Was left to the streets for about a week till my mom called and brought me home, where I've been for the past 3 years.

The main reason I'm living with them is because of my stepdad, John R. Culp. He's currently disabled and has COPD, is on oxygen, and bedridden. So while my mom is working second shift at the base, I'm here taking care of him. I would be out looking for a job, but I want to make sure he's alright till his passing. Don't really know how much more time he has, but I'll say one thing, he might be old and disabled, but that don't mean he can't be fun to be around.

So, now you all know a little bit more about me, cut me some more slack then what I've been getting.