I was abandoned as a young child at the age of eleven and was destined to live a life of misery, however I learned the skills needed to survive in this harsh world by watching National Geographic through my neighbors window before the time had come when I was abandoned.
My first heartbreaking experience of loss was when my companion rat died, I had found him just three weeks earlier and we had travelled together ever since, he died by blunt force trauma when a brick shattered into his skull after the owner of a fast food joint decided enough was enough and we could no longer scavage for food in the dumpster at the back of the building.
I'm undefeated at my local KFC carpark.
P.S I was born in a ladle