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3/13/2010 -- sort of first date w/kayla

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Text to Christian P. 7:30PM [22 Apr 2010|07:30pm]
Your kids are the most picky brats I've ever met in my life. Never. Babysitting. Again.
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Text to Danielle Marx sent 1:01PM via blackberry. [12 Dec 2009|01:01pm]
Hey. If you're serious about this kid thing. I want a test before I spit out money.
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[06 Dec 2009|05:11am]
Damien Michael Rotta was born March 3rd, 1979 in Seattle, Washington to a young woman named Kathleen Rotta. Louis Brennanman; The man that fathered the child was not in the picture which led her to give the small boy her last name. The only thing she knew about the man was that he was a hippie and conspiracy theorist that for some reason his mother was attracted to at the moment. The woman had no plan of action and nowhere to go, which made it hard for the woman to do anything. After begging her parents to stay with them she got a job at a diner down the street so she could support the small boy and herself. Life was everything but hard for the woman. No male in her life as well as working a job with almost horrible pay she managed to find a way to make it all work. Getting a small apartment above a fishing bait store which was leaky when it raised and freezing when it snowed, but it was what they called home. Every little bit of money she got went toward fixing up the place so it wouldn't be so bad. She was proud that she was not on welfare though, which was the only thing she really didn't want to do. While she worked an older Korean lady named Miss Si babysat him and told him stories about her home contry of Korea, even taught him a bit of the language. The woman was a spinster and was never married, but was heavily into the christian religion, she always stated she was married to Jesus.

In school Damien was the poor kid, the one everyone knew lived above the old bait shop, the one that wore thrift store clothes and the one that appreciated every penny he earned by bringing groceries and newspapers to the elderly people around his neighborhood. He learned at a young age that you worked for what you had and appreciated every moment of it. He would clean houses when the older people were sick and didn't want to do it. He would save every penny just to by his mother gifts on Christmas and other holidays. She appreciated it as much as he appreciated a new pair of jeans, or shoes for Christmas. He could never understand why the kids in his class would complain when they didn't get the game consoles or new televisions when he didn't even have one to watch in the first place. As soon as he was old enough he got a job and started working to support him and his mother. He opted out of sports in high school claiming he was never any good at them anyways. though, his mother met a man when he was sixteen years old. Larry Otterman, a prominent lawyer in the city of Seattle. He hand picked his mother out of the diner he would have his afternoon coffee at.

Rather quickly Damien's world was flipped upside down. Not only did they move from the apartment that he had lived in since he could remember but they moved into a house, with a yard. The man had money, money he loved to spend on him and his mother. It bothered him a little that he was living so comfortable. He didn't want to accept his gifts but his mother insisted I did to not look rude. His mother still worked at the diner for 'fun cash' and Damien still worked at his job as a bag boy at the local grocery store because that was what he wanted to do. The big shock settled in when the man had offered to pay for his whole college, something he never thought anyone would do for him. He didn't know why, and even quicken the marriage to his mother for the fact that he could be labeled as a dependent to pay for it. This made him happy, even though he didn't want to take it, he knew it would be the best opportunity he would ever get to go to college. Informing the man he wanted to go to law school, he gave him tips on the best colleges and gave him the choice. He picked NYU, since he was already accepted there in the first place.
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