I was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland.  Life there was great with my little sister, Krystyna, my mom, and my step - dad.  But one night, everything changed.  My mother and my step - dad were driving along a road at night.  Another car was speeding and going down the road the wrong way.  They collided.  My parents were killed in the accident.  I was 7 and Krystyna was 3.

After the funeral, my grandmother decided to raise Krystyna and I.  She lived in San Francisco, so we left our East Coast lifestyle for a West Coast lifestyle.  

Living with my grandmother was different.  She wasn't really a parent.  She did not teach us the difference between right and wrong.  She enrolled my sister and I in public grade schools.  We never had morals with her.  We watched whatever we wanted when we wanted.  We could do what ever we wanted when we wanted.  She had no control over us.

I suppose she realized this when it was my turn to go to high school.  She realized my sister and I needed reform.  So, my grandmother switched my sister out of the public grade school to a Catholic grade school.  And I went to a Catholic college preparatory school. 

I passed with flying colors.  But my morals did not improve.  Until I got to college. 

I went to Stanford Law School.  I went to law school because I wanted to become an Entertainment Lawyer.  Working with celebrities has always been my dream.  I realized I would have to change to meet that dream, though.  I cannot keep fighting my morals and myself.  I had changed for the better after that.

But one day I received a telephone call.  It was from my grandmother.  She told me that she was dying.  She has cancer.  THis hurt me so bad.  Can I go through another loss again?  After that all of my newly found morals dissappeared.  I joined V.I.L.E.  I needed a way to get back at the world for taking so much from me.