Washed by Blood
Lessons from My Time with Korn and My Journey to Christ
One
In the beginning
I grew up in a southern California town called Bakers-field, about an hour and a half from Los Angeles. In the past few years, the place has grown a ton, but when I was younger, it was still pretty small. There are two important things you should know about Bakersfield when I was younger:
• It was hot (we pretty much baked in the heat every summer, so we started calling it Bako).
• There wasn't much to do.
My childhood there was pretty typical. Like a lot of kids in Bako, I grew up in a nice enough house with nice enough parents. We were pretty much a typical middle-class family of the 1980s, living at the end of a cul-de-sac in a one-story house with a basement. The basement was everyone's favorite room. We had a home theater system down there (well, as good as home theaters got back then), huge couches, a huge pool table, a big Asteroids game (just like they had at the arcade), and some workout equipment. Even my dad liked hanging out down there, s ... read full excerpt from: Washed by Blood ebook
