We called each other Daddy-O and VooDoo Doll. It was just how we identified each other. My father and I always got along and I thought he was the coolest person ever. We agreed on a lot and shared the same taste in music and food. He was forever a loving person, super nice, and thought of everyone before himself. I always wondered how he never got tired of it.
If you put me and him together, I would just be the female version of him. I got a few genetics from my mom, but the rest are completely Ty Baldwin. We have the same facial structure, teeth, legs, and even feet. It is crazy, but we have the same visible veins in our feet, except his are on the left, and mine are on the right. Our bottom set of teeth have the same alignment, with one middle tooth going just a little too far in. In his younger days, he also went to James F. Byrnes High School, and there are teachers that remember him, and recognized who I was my first day of sophomore year.
He used to be in a band, multiple actually, and I would watch him rehearse for his shows, and laugh whenever he watched me for too long and trip over the mic cord. They were all punk bands, and he was the lead singer and guitarist for all of them. Thinking about it now, that’s probably what fit his burly voice best. Around the age of six, I didn’t see him for a few months and I never knew why; I was with my grandma for the majority of the time. I remember my grandmother and I went to CVS Pharmacy one day and we were walking to the car and we heard someone yell my name. I was the first to look up and see my dad in a car, sitting at a red light. He was in the passenger side and opened the door to wave to me. I truly believe that was the happiest moment in my life, getting to see my dad after so long. As the years went on, I started seeing him less and less but I loved my dad. And I still do, but since I’m older and more aware, it’s just not the same. With years of ignorance to how my father acted toward everyone but me, I now see how he managed to flip a story onto the opposing person. His letters didn’t begin his most recent time away, but they’ve been coming and going for years. So instead of beating around the bush any further, I will tell you my biological father is in prison. Now please, do not assume it is because he killed someone. I found out a few years ago his time away was always drug related. Except this time. “Misunderstandings” happen all the time when your name is Christopher Tyson Baldwin. Meaning, it is never his fault; he is just always at the end of the stick when the feds are around. This misunderstanding, however, was rather believable. On my end, at least. What I mean, the pieces to the puzzle did not really fit together. He was accused of kidnapping two women and 1st degree domestic …show more content…
We’ll call her “A”. The other was her friend, not a “roommate” as the article states. We can call her “B”. I knew “A” had been desperately wanting to break up with him, but I do not see why she had to do it this way. The couple got into an argument while “B” was visiting, and “A” locked herself and her friend inside the bedroom to “avoid the conflict and protect ‘B’”. That was the charge of “kidnapping”. She randomly began screaming for help, and saying the two (A and B) were forced in the bedroom. Christopher, who goes by Ty, “allegedly pulled the phone jack from the wall to prevent her using the house phone to call 911.” The phone jack was charged as “1st degree domestic assault”. My favorite part though, when the police came and knocked on the door, my father was chilling on the couch basically waiting for them. When he was asked why he didn’t answer the door, he stated how he did not think it was necessary for them to be
If you put me and him together, I would just be the female version of him. I got a few genetics from my mom, but the rest are completely Ty Baldwin. We have the same facial structure, teeth, legs, and even feet. It is crazy, but we have the same visible veins in our feet, except his are on the left, and mine are on the right. Our bottom set of teeth have the same alignment, with one middle tooth going just a little too far in. In his younger days, he also went to James F. Byrnes High School, and there are teachers that remember him, and recognized who I was my first day of sophomore year.
He used to be in a band, multiple actually, and I would watch him rehearse for his shows, and laugh whenever he watched me for too long and trip over the mic cord. They were all punk bands, and he was the lead singer and guitarist for all of them. Thinking about it now, that’s probably what fit his burly voice best. Around the age of six, I didn’t see him for a few months and I never knew why; I was with my grandma for the majority of the time. I remember my grandmother and I went to CVS Pharmacy one day and we were walking to the car and we heard someone yell my name. I was the first to look up and see my dad in a car, sitting at a red light. He was in the passenger side and opened the door to wave to me. I truly believe that was the happiest moment in my life, getting to see my dad after so long. As the years went on, I started seeing him less and less but I loved my dad. And I still do, but since I’m older and more aware, it’s just not the same. With years of ignorance to how my father acted toward everyone but me, I now see how he managed to flip a story onto the opposing person. His letters didn’t begin his most recent time away, but they’ve been coming and going for years. So instead of beating around the bush any further, I will tell you my biological father is in prison. Now please, do not assume it is because he killed someone. I found out a few years ago his time away was always drug related. Except this time. “Misunderstandings” happen all the time when your name is Christopher Tyson Baldwin. Meaning, it is never his fault; he is just always at the end of the stick when the feds are around. This misunderstanding, however, was rather believable. On my end, at least. What I mean, the pieces to the puzzle did not really fit together. He was accused of kidnapping two women and 1st degree domestic …show more content…
We’ll call her “A”. The other was her friend, not a “roommate” as the article states. We can call her “B”. I knew “A” had been desperately wanting to break up with him, but I do not see why she had to do it this way. The couple got into an argument while “B” was visiting, and “A” locked herself and her friend inside the bedroom to “avoid the conflict and protect ‘B’”. That was the charge of “kidnapping”. She randomly began screaming for help, and saying the two (A and B) were forced in the bedroom. Christopher, who goes by Ty, “allegedly pulled the phone jack from the wall to prevent her using the house phone to call 911.” The phone jack was charged as “1st degree domestic assault”. My favorite part though, when the police came and knocked on the door, my father was chilling on the couch basically waiting for them. When he was asked why he didn’t answer the door, he stated how he did not think it was necessary for them to be