The Birth of Violence

A note from Ronjon:
Most of this autobiography that you will read is meant for young people, that may not know what the right path in life is. This book shows them that the path I took, they definitely don’t want take that one. I’m sure that whoever is reading this introduction, knows someone; whether it be an relative, a friend or a friend of a friend that may benefit from my mistakes, and if that person needs a little kick in the butt, to show him or her, that life is precious, and not to waste it, sitting in some God forsaken jail cell somewhere, wondering if they will be alive at the end of the day. I was born in Roanoke, Virginia and raised in Washington D.C. and Prince Georges County, Maryland. This story is based on my life. No one ever thought I would make it this far, I have done more, than my fair share of drugs, hard-core partying, and not to mention, kicking much ass. Most of the names, times and places have been changed for obvious reasons. I slept on army cots most of my life, whether they were in my aunt’s basement laundry room, my cousin’s back porch way down in the boonies of Virginia, or whatever institution I was in at the time. I was in and out of institutions from the beginning of my early life. I guess I was hardheaded or at least as they say, “Hard to train,” or maybe it was because of someone else beside my family was raising me, who knows? In this story, you will read about why you should not abuse or neglect your children, and what happens if you do. You will read what a living hell is all about, and what evolves from having no control over your children and letting them basically run loose and raise themselves, because of no parental control, or love. When you read this story, you will sit back and probably say that there is no way that anybody in the world, has been through this much, in just a little bit of his of his life. This is the first time that I have decided to sit down, write and share my life with anyone, because for one thing, it is far from what I am proud of; believe this. I am ashamed, as well as embarrassed, but there is a message here! I really hope that some young guy or girl will read this, sit back and say, “No way man, I ain’t going through what that dude went through, it ain’t worth it, I am not going to screw my life up like that.” If these book’s change just one persons life; makes them see through my mistakes. Then writing this book was worth all of the hours, and bad memories that I have put into it and it won’t all be in vain. These events have often been so very painful to recall, nightmares if you will; that I have tried all of my life to forget. I continue this story with three other books, this book only reaches the first twenty-one, years of my life, hope it does something for you; it did me!
This will be a non-profit book, the profit will go to the Breast Cancer Foundation, and hopefully, it will save lives as well.
—Ronjon