I don't where I came from, it's been a while though. I came from the north escaping the coming hars winter, f*ck winter. I have no place to call my own well... I guess we all own the world right now.
I used to own a wallet with a picture of some chick, can't say I remember her. I don't think I have any family left no memories of anyone truth be told.
Now I'm just trying to get by traveling from town to town getting my beans and mostly beers, and other mind altering drugs. I'll never say no to some dope of any kind and willing to give ya a good barter for it. Or stories I like stories, it breaks the monotomy of this boring lonesome road.
I prefer to being friendly, seen too many good guys get gunned down cuz they where waving them guns around... idiots. I found out that not waving guns around is very good for your health. I'll Always share my food with a stranger you just have to ask. But don't force me to I don't like to be told what to do though I guess I respect the bigger guns diplomacy aspect, such is life.
Even in my "previous" life I had trouble with authority, I call it a healthy hatred for the police, army or anyone else in uniform. People in uniforms just can't be trusted, powertripping assholes they are.