The Life Of RøD story

Shortly after my fathers incarceration my mother received a ten day notice forcing her to make a decision of where she would take us. I believe she made both the scariest and best decision of her life, she followed GoD. They say The Lord works in mysterious ways and that he is always watching us and making the plan. Looking back I don’t know what or who I would be if my mom had not choose to move 26 miles north of Seattle, Washington to a city named Everett in order to be closer to church.

My father had been in jail over a year now & we were going to church religiously. I was now 12 years old, over weight, & in love with GoD whom I had meet when I was 8. Unfortunately I was still smoking weed but with my mom working non stop, & with my father in jail there was no active monitor or parental figure for me. School was hard everything from making grades to making friends I wanted it to bad. I never didn’t worry about things and my perception was the things that made me this way. I had very badly wanted a girlfriend oh boy did I. Then I seen her, this beautiful, skinny freckled face girl named Julia. I was so afraid to talk to her, and I honestly thought we would never connect then one day something crazy happened she said hi to me and we became friends this would change my life forever

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The life of RøD story

Inglewood, Ca is where we pick up on our story. This is the part of my life when I discovered marijuana, well I wasn’t alone in this aspect of discovery my brother who is 17 months younger was my partner on this adventurous discovery. My first encounter with weed was April 4th, 2000 I was 7 soon to be 8 in May my brother was only 6. The strand of weed we smoked was called OCK Orange County Kush I felt like I was floating but that crash came down suddenly when my brother was getting beat for being high. He had gotten caught and it really sucked but was I supposed to say beat me too? I should have but never did.  So what did I do I just got along while getting high, at 8. The outside world had no clue or care, simply because I was quiet, I didn’t bother, or bug. My parents were very deep in drugs at the time and seem to not care about my drug use or even notice. My father went to jail again leaving my mother to take care of the whole family, my grandma kicked us out leaving our family on the streets moving to motel to motel. My mother asked my grand father for help and he told her to give us up for adoption. Life was not ok. It was not fair. It was wrong. Then out of no where the universe acted….

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The Life Of RøD story

Born May 13th in LYNWOOD, Ca to Lisa & Rodney Lomack. The name I was given was Rodney Wayne Lomack Jr, I just so happen to come in this world a Meir 2 weeks after the famous Rodney King Riots and coincidently I lived as a baby in the epicenter of the chaos in where the incident happened Los Angeles county. My parents were doing alright from theirselves well enough to provide for a 5 year old girl and baby boy(myself) and have function drug and alcohol addictions. I remember finding makeshift aluminum foil crack pipes in the kitchen junk drawers on Saturday afternoons and the smell they had is one I’ll never forget. The way my parents would act when high off these drugs were odd. My father would become very mellow and laid back, the tone in his voice becoming very soft and low. While my mother would clean veraciously and as you would say tweak at times and turn the tv down and listen closely to the silence, for up to 30 seconds at times. By the time I had these memories I now had a little brother by the name of De’Andre and with the preoccupation of childhood I was blessedly ignorant to my situation and blissful in it. Even with my parents problems they managed to take good care of me and my two siblings. They were encouraging and loving to me they sustained a environment that allowed me to grow as human being and individual. I was the top of my class in kindergarten and first grade. I was very enthusiastic about life and education. I told my parents I wanted to be president of the United States and they supplied me with a children’s book informing me on how to do so. I still remember to this day receiving that book and how it made me feel. I was so happy and I felt so special and loved, it is defienetly one of my fondest memories of childhood. Up until the age of seven I can truly say I had a great childhood trips to Vegas every October for my brothers birthday, new toys & candy every day so much I had to have all my teeth capped I was Compton rich kid I though money grew on trees and every day was my birthday. But they say you never know what you have until it’s gone and the fall is faster than the rise. Suddenly it seems like all in one day I went from whatever I wanted to barley surviving….

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The Life Øf RøD story.

My name is RøD  today is Saturday April 19, 2014 and I’m going to give you an introduction to me and my life. I’m being real, & serious about this, I’m not going to sugarcoat things anymore but I will change the names to protect the guilty as some of the things I’ve done are still able to be brought up in court. So with that being said where do we start? How about Compton, California then we’ll take it to Inglewood, Figueroa, Crenshaw to  Lemiert park, on to Seattle, Wa up until Everett, WA where I reside now. Over the next few weeks I will be sharing my story with you as to not overwhelm you and give everyone time to read. So I hope you will be returning to my story for hear and now seeing what’s going down in the life of RoD! Much love & good vibes to you this is the life of RoD story.

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