Welcome to the Temple,
I was born in the US in an incredible story that began a trail of misfortune. A nurse intern, who was more focused on the hot doctor than filling out forms correctly, put the wrong tag on my ankle and I was sent home or at least on the road in a caravan with a couple called Jack and Shirley.
They would travel from town to town performing a duet show at local cowboy bars. I’d be shoved in a box behind the bar for the show and for this I became a placid baby as no one could hear my cries over the barfights and screeching sound of Shirley’s yodels.
It was at one of these bars when I was three, as I stood near the guitar case dressed in my rodeo outfit collecting tips, that a talent agent spotted me. My prayers were answered because we were out of the bars and into studios with me starring in commercials advertising everything from toothpaste to life insurance. Shirley and Jack bought a house and for the first time we were a real family.
It was the happiest two years of my life before Shirley died of eye shadow poisoning; the blue shimmering kind had metallics in it that were meant for street cars not skin. Jack and I were devastated until a hooker like woman called Marlene came along to ease his pain.
The joy was short lived as it turned out ….. click below to read more.