There she was in math class. She had dated him for years, 3 years to be exact, and they were in love. She had a secret though. Little did he know that she was bearing his child. To make a long story short…she was going to have a baby…he was a musician. You all have heard of him. You would think it a lie if I said who he really is…kind of famous, kinda not. He is a rock star none the less. And he got her pregnant. They were together 3 years, they were in love…right?
Behind her sat a guy who was in love with her, or so he thought. He would look and watch her walk into math class every day…she was beautiful, and certainly out of his league. She was one of the best looking chicks in the school, and was dating the guy who was the catch as well…he was a singer.
Again, to make things short…
Well the singer wanted to be a singer, not a dad. The year was 1969…not a time when a girl in her senior year of high school was expected to be with a child. The father…gone. Soon as he knew he was gone. Behind her in math class was a kid who thought he loved her. He honored her. In 1969 the thing to do was marry her. They had been friends all along, but now she was in trouble – and this was his chance with her. They were married in 1970, and she had the child…though he was not the creator of the child - his name was on the birth certificate. October 10th 1970, he was not a father, but he was a dad. He had a family and he had to take care of things…and joined the Marines. That would make a man of him yet…and off to Vietnam he went. He was a Marine, and the woman he thought he loved had the honor of not being with child in 1970…the real father was out with AeroSmith singing with his band.
Vietnam ended…he had killed, seen his friends killed and wanted to be home. He had excelled as a Marine and was a good Marine. He loved his wife as well, the only problem was that his wife did not love him…none the less, she was pregnant again…and I was born. December of 1972. They were in Texas where I was born…both from Illinois, but in Texas. Two different people, who knew at this point that he being in love in math class, and she needing a father, any father she could find would never last…I was one year old by the time she left him…I would be 16 and in a court room before I knew that my dad was not my dad…my name…not my name…my life…a lie….and a judge told me so. That was the day my mother said in a court room with Dept of Children and Family Services that I was an “abortion she could not afford” and the biggest mistake of her life…her “biggest regret” and did not ever want to see me again…I myself was not shocked at that, but at hearing that my name was not my name…that I was really named a different name, and the name was going to be my name from that day forward. That was my “birth certificate name” and that was that…I was not only a Jr. I was the 3rd. named after a guy I never heard of…not only that…he was on his way to see me…cause I was going to live with him.