I grew up in the slums of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. Both my parents died at a very young age so it was a struggle constantly moving group home to group home. I sold drugs to better my living situation at the age of 15. Eventually the law caught up to me and landed me in jail for 5 years at the age of 18. I was released at the age of 25 around January 2017 due to constantly fighting and misbehaving in jail. After meeting a few different connections in jail I was offered the opportunity of a lifetime. I was asked to smuggle 200 KGs of cocaine via small aircraft shortly after my release to a place called Chernarus. We arrived around April 2017 and was caught and jailed once again this was the last of my worries. Now its November 11th 2019 the world went to shit and i happened to find myself in the middle of it. I don't know how i am still alive but the years of jail and living on the streets have given me the upper edge on these "things" as of now im living day to day hoping for some sort of release from this hell.