First, I'm not Mark Lewis; my name is John Hamilton. I'm twenty-three years of age, and I live in the Flathead Valley. Area code 406; Rudy can confirm this, because I spoke with him on the phone, thus he has my number, (the one with a 406 preface)...and I suppose that's just sheer dumb luck of Mark Lewis's IP address ALSO happens to be from Montana. =P
Secondly, yes; I've had a rough life up until recently. I was born in Alaska, over 100 miles away from anything close to a real police station in a small town full of drunks, lumber jacks, rednecks and mountain men, over half of the population being Russian. As a result, I grew up with anger issues, and with some skewed messages/lessons being taught to me. I come from an entirely different world than most; it might as well have been the wild west.
I got bullied a lot as a kid because I was always a strange child, and had trouble fitting in. I didn't understand a lot of things that other people seem to take for granted, or otherwise just know by instinct. Social nuances and norms, the differences between appropriate and inappropriate actions and speech, all dependent on circumstances which tended to fly right over my head. I was always somewhere else in my mind; dissociated/detached. I'd say weird things; not necessarily bad though. Just...odd. Like contemplating the speed of dark; figured that one out a long time ago. Speed of light was already covered in the science books; never said anything about the speed of darkness though. I didn't learn until earlier this year though that I'm autistic; after mother and I fled Alaska from my violent, alcoholic, and now-cheating sex-addicted father, (whom can happily burn in hell for all I care).
Anyway, I never handled being bullied real well. Granted, MOST of the time I had no earthly idea that I was even being bullied; they'd mock me or imitate me, and I'd laugh right along with them because they looked funny. I thought they were just being friendly. It was only when all the dots finally started connecting in my head that people had malicious intent, and then I would just flip out and go into blind rages, overwhelmed with betrayal. ...I was a lot worse as a kid lol; I've since learned to master my emotions to the point that I can pretend to be normal very, very, very, very well. From the age of twelve I'd started getting transferred between psychowards, juvenile detention centers, foster homes, rehab centers, wilderness therapy boot camps, and one military school. I actually liked the military school though; that was the only one where I didn't have to spend years at, and I never got my ass kicked a single time there because nobody would ever get violent with each other out of fear of the Staff Sergeant lmao. Very tight ship; clean, orderly, and great life lessons, and a great experience being around military personnel who have put their lives on the line for our country; I attended on Elmendorf Airforce Base near Anchorage, Alaska.
These past few years though? It's been great; haven't been locked up anywhere since 2012. I'm on a roll; I got this whole "normal kid" thing down pat now. XD
PS: Sorry for the semi-crappy photo; felt I should put one up of me to further prove I'm not this Mark lewis dude, and I figured I should probably do something magic related, but all I had near me was my lighter and some cigarettes; not a lot to work with. Remembered an old trick I learned in Utah though that only requires your hand and a bic lighter....so I made a fireball. Tada! Lol. XD