Born in southern Alabama, raised with my two brothers Cleatus, and Clyde Bridgewater. Are father Bob left us at a young age to go get milk at a gas station and never came back, leaving our mother marry to take care of us all alone. My parents were older when they had us so when mom past away when i was 20 i had to take care of my brothers myself. We lived in the farm land away from everything living off the land and learning to survive by any means since we had no schooling and couldn't get good jobs. Being the oldest and having my brothers depending on me i decided it would be best to start making meth in our little shack so we would have some sort of income. This went on for a bout 2 years and business was alright except for the unfortunate events of my two brothers getting addicted to any drug possible; pills, crack, meth, anything they could get there hands on. We were doing alright for a couple of degenerate hillbilly's, until one day when we got wiff of a rat. The boys and myself decided it be best if we left town and for some reason with all the money we had left were able to travel to the most " secluded area that we figured was affordable." We spun our little globe we had stashed our pills in and stuck our finger randomly on a place and that place just happen to be Chernarus. We bought the cheapest tickets possible packet up all our shit and dipped over there. First few days were rough camping out in the woods and shit but eventually we got to know what was going on and few people here and there. "I figured what a better way to live then cook meth here, not a lot of people know us and there so much bush and nobody gonna look." So thats exactly what we did, we headed up to the western woods and settled and a little cabin and started our work. Surviving off hunting, fishing, stealing, and the occasional products bought. Business was a boomin as you say it, we were known as the meth dealers/ drug dealers of the state "at least i think we were". That all changed though one day when Clyde went into town to get a cake for our little bro Cleadus, that day was the last time me and my brothers ever thought about having a good time.