About
I was born in Iran. That’s in another country. Away from here, or most likely away from where you’re reading this…unless you’re in Iran. I had the normal kind of childhood. My family fleed Iran in the early 1980’s and we moved around Europe for a while. Then we decided to make the next logical move, to Hayward California. I’m not sure when that was, but after that we moved to Virginia. Another logical move. We moved in Virginia twice, from what I can remember, and I ended up staying there for a few years, until 6th grade. We moved during the middle of 6th grade, I cried. We then moved to California, again, Pittsburg California. There I learned about gangs, getting into fights, punching teachers, getting jumped, and trying to collect past due newspaper subscriptions from crackheads. After spending up until 8th grade in Pittsburg we the moved to Walnut Creek in a small apartment, but only stayed there for less than a year. We then moved to Pleasant Hill right next to a Bart track. Transportation is quiet! Then we moved again sometime around 9th grade to another place in Walnut Creek. Then again sometime in 11th gradeish to another apartment in Walnut Creek. Pretty sweet I know. Then I ended up going to school in Santa Cruz, where I became a large stoner for quite a while. When I moved to Santa Cruz, my mom moved to Brentwood…not OJ Brentwood, but the agricultural center of Contra Costa County Brentwood. I stayed in Santa Cruz for a long time and loved it. I moved in Santa Cruz 5 times. After having two panic attacks about the path of my life, I decided to move home. That was in December of 2006. Since then I’ve been living with mom, in Brentwood.
