Jermain originated from Africa before coming to the USA with his family at the age of five. He had a family of four - his mother, father and a little sister, as he was growing up he got involved with gangs and at the age of twelve he was put into multiple care homes, he travelled all over the country with people who were just the same as him. Criminals. At the age of eighteen he was put in prison for drug trafficking as well as assaulting a police officer, he didn't enjoy life in prison, in fact he hated it. He saw things he shouldn't have seen - Death, Violence and Corruption. He was eventually released at the age of twenty one, he never had enough money for a home, or even food. He was left... Homeless, he sat on the streets, begging for money... But no-one helped him... On March the 5th, 2009 he was found but multiple black people. He was found lying with a bottle of vodka beside his arms. He was passed out, drunk. The men searched his pockets... He had nothing, so they proceeded to kick him, luckily for Jermain a patrol car drove past - looking at the men, he was helpless in this situation and when the police finally got the men to stop, he was battered and bruised. Blood dripping from his face, the police offered medical care to him... He refused, he got up, looked the officer in the eye and walked up, limping as he went. At the age of twenty six he had recovered from his wounds, he had a little bit of money - to keep him going...