I was born on one of the more wealthier sides of Detroit, Michigan. Once named murder capital of the U.S. I didn't see much crime in my life time since I lived in a much more quite side of town but I did hear a lot about it in the news and read about it in the paper. My dad always used to make me read it every Sunday. I think he wanted me to make sure I knew the dangers of living in this world. When I was younger, family members who would come to the house for parties and celebrations always had high expectations from me. They always said I was so smart and after that would say they aren't just saying it because they are supposed to or because they are my family. I ignored them most of the time, but I knew that I was smart and was capable of getting farther in life than the average person.
The first job I got was when I was sixteen. I had gotten a job at a burger joint a few blocks down from my house. I was still going to school and my favorite class was auto shop. I'd learn all about vehicles and learn how to solve and discover problems with different parts. I thought I was pretty good at it, so did my Dad. After awhile, he would always tell me I was very good with them. He thought I even knew more than him about them. He had a friend who owned a Auto Body Repair Shop in town. He told me he had called me and set me up with a job there if I wanted it. No application, or interviews. Just talk to the owner, grab a uniform and get to work. Of course I took it. I made about 12 bucks an hour and was quite pleased with working there. When I was 21, the shop had went out of business and was closed down. I was pretty upset. I didn't bother to start looking for a job right away though. I had some money saved up from working there and put away. When I was 22, my mom and dad had gotten a divorce. My dad walked out and never told us where he was going, to this day, I still have no idea where he is.
Awhile after the divorce, my mom was still hit from it. She never really got over it. All she did was stay in the house and watch T.V. or lay in bed. There wasn't many things to do around the town anymore either though, it was turning into a ghost town sort of. One day I had this thought and had talked about it with my mom. I talked to her about moving away from Detroit and moving over to San Andreas. Of course she didn't like the idea of going there but she said it would be good for me. She said there might be better job opportunities there and overall, I could make a better life over there. I didn't like the thought of leaving her here all alone, but I decided to move out there. She had gave me the money to move out there and I moved out about a week later.
I had gotten a job at a pizza parlor in Idlewood called Well Stacked Pizza, it wasn't the best but it got the bills paid. It also fed me-...pizza every night. One day me and some friends who worked there were talking about the police force out here and how weak it was. They were talking about all the cons of it and what they needed to do to fix it. Later while driving to a deliver I had to do, I started thinking about it. A lot. It really got to my head. I was seriously thinking about joining the force. It would be better for me, better for the city, I seen it as one of those 'why not?' things. After looking into it for about a month and doing some work outs at home to work on my stamina and strength, I felt I was ready to get into the academy and be an officer of the Los Santos Police Force.