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The Rocky Road, By Wyatt Bishop

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The Rocky Road Will Lead to a Humble Abode. In 1996, I was born into a chaotic world that my infant self had no indication as to what he was going to experience.As I now look back, it amazes me what has happened in just 19 years and is still hard to believe how I ended up where I am today. This is the crude and bizarre ride through I, Wyatt Bishop’s, 19 years in this extraordinary bubble we call Earth. I was born in Northern, New York, about forty miles from the Canadian border in a wasteland of a town called Carthage, sixty miles from the nearest walmart. My mother, now Louise Percy, is ex-navy and worked for the federal government on Fort Drum until she retired ever since I was born. My father, Donald Bishop, was a beauty. He was in and out of prison all his life, including juvenile. He was imprisoned much through my baby-toddler stage and when he wasn’t imprisoned he jumped from construction job to construction job, drinking and smoking marijuana heavily until the day he died, last May 28th. I was born into a household with my mother, father, brother and half-sister for the first few years in my life. My half-sister skipped town after developing a heroin addiction and my father drove my mother psychologically insane until she ended up in a psych ward and we spent a few weeks with my grandmother (father’s mom) until she was released. My mother and father split up and my father never fought for custody nor paid child support. My mother had been a single mom for ten years

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