chris solomon Biography

Well I don’t know exactly where I came in the sense of family history and origins and what not. I do know that I was born on April 20’Th 1995 inside of my Grandmother’s fifth floor apartment on the floor near the door. I know that since I was really small, I’ve been a bit of a trouble maker, fighting with the other children and gaining their respect with each win as if I had entered a tournament of some sorts.
I was also the official class clown with a small clique of knucklehead friends who would laugh at every joke and follow my every move. I remember my mom always saying things like “you’re going to end up just like your father.” She would say lots of things like that but would never tell me a thing about him. I never actually met the man because at the time he was busy doing a nine year bid from drug possession and trafficking and other things which began a few months before I was born.
His name is Shateek Bilal and he is my father even though I tried to convince myself that he was dead and that it was my mom was sending me fraudulent letters like the way that she would put my presents beneath the tree on Christmas. He would often send letters attached with the Veggie-Tales VHS tapes and other nick-knacks that he would send me and I enjoyed them.
As I write and type my Autobiography, I can feel my hand ache due to an altercation that resulted in me throwing a punch and pushing back and snapping the bone connecting my pinky finger within my right hand. It broke because I threw the punch with a half-balled fist trying not to seriously injure the guy and instead hurting myself in the process. Because of my injury, I do suffer from Arthritis and I’m not currently taking medication for it and never have. I’m just living through the pain.