Kris

About me:

-----Kris was born in Thousand Oaks, CA at a tender age of zero. He spent many of his early days watching "the dukes" on a bean bag pushed on top of their living room's tallest recliner with his nearest older brother. He learned to compete in board games and in card games from his grandma, about whom he'll always refer as "g-ma". She would pass gas while playing skip-bo and blame it on the 4 year old. He would always laugh and later try to top the stinker his g-ma had just mustar...did.------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------ ------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- -------------------"Coming home from church one morning with his family, he rushed for some matches, which were which were readily available to him, lit one and put flame to one of his mother's favorite blouses. The blouse went up and the entire closet started to ignite. He quickly realized how F(explitive deleted)ing stupid that was and flew to the foyer for help. "I lit the closet on FIRE! Get some water!" He yelled. A young Kris went back into the room and looked at the small blaze he had caused and as the neighboring clothes caught fire too, an ember peeled off into the air and landed on the outside of Kristopher's right ankle to exactly cover that ball thingy." Just one of many true tales of scars his body exhibits you'll find in K.L.W's book "This One's From a Nail In My Head.25

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