If you don't know me, let me introduce myself. I'm Ronald Strong , a senior at Oxon Hill High School, diehard gamer and aspiring game developer, and music fanatic. I have my socially awkward moments but hey that's high school. Then there’s the point you get to know me and I turn out to be a great person……..
Really did you really think this blog was going to be that cliqued. But odds are if your reading this you already know who I am, the silent guy with big ideas. I though of this as a way to kind of get those ideas out there. I know this isn’t da Vinci level thinking and the title is a little cocky but at least its 1.5 and not 2.0 which would imply this is the rebirth instead of the work in progress I intended.
But getting back on subject, I want the people who bothered to read this to know who I am and where I came from. Born in Washington DC to the son of drug dealer you think I would end up as some crack head or something but we were one of the lucky ones. My dad knew to get out and stashed a ton of money away for us. I would tell you more but most of that happened before I was born and that “ganstarella” story is for an other post. He started a flooring company and we were getting a steady clean income. So, as you could assume, as a child I was fairly spoiled. But i never really got to experience him as a father in my memorable life. He passed December of 1995 about 2 and a half years after my birth and less than a year for my little brother. And after all his drug activity years after he stopped he dies in a car jacking working in Baltimore working the flooring business. Fucked up, right? Going up that long without a father is bound to affect something but growing up the way I did that was just the way it was.
My mom shut down the business in for a while after the car jacking. Who wouldn’t after something like that? And she’s one of the best salespersons I’ve seen. We just bought a new house in a pretty loaded area and mortgage payments were catching up. She fended of the bills well for a few years but after 9/11 things started piling up. No one was buying flooring and at that time this was about the time I met on of the coolest people I know, a man I simply knew as Nick. He was an immigrant from Bulgaria and probably only person that knew about how bad things were getting. He rented out a room in our house that helped support the family live on with our normal level of comfort. But even paradise’s oasis dries out when over taped. And this houses well dried just in time for summer with no power or gas. That was one of the roughest summers I had in my life but cooking by propane stoves is all that bad when we got down to it. Their just wasn’t much to do.
But when things go to bad, we had to move. I know I’ve lived in different houses before but this house was the only house I've truly ever known. But my mom took it way harder than me. This was one of her last connections to my father and I don't blame her for not wanting to go but we couldn’t we afford to stay there. But at least we didn’t move far, just a few streets over. Hopefully everything would go back to normal but what in the hell is normal now a days. But now, the lack power and gas this time lasted through the winter. We have been through winters this bad before and by now we already new how to live on. But this time I was in high school I took refuge from my situation at home in school with my friends. That may have been the coldest winter but probably one of the best times during my time in high school.
That should catch everyone up to my current status in high school scratch the failed relationships, the ones that never got started and other stuff over the past 2 years I’m really not going to get into or at least not this entry. So thank you for reading this mildly depressing story on my life and I look to bring you better times going forward.
Deuces,
Ronald Strong
PS I’ve actually have been doing that since freshman year.
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