Mr. Blackwell Biography
In Lodz, Poland at 23:58 the 6th of june 1966 a little boy found his way out of his mother?s womb. He was later named Edward Theodore Harry Blackwell. Mr Blackwell?s first words ever was, according to his mother: "Fuck all of you patethic pieces of horses shit," a phrase he probably learned from his father Edward senior who was a fire engineer. He divorceed mrs Blackwell in 1969 and moved to Yugoslavia.
Already when Mr Blackwell attended the private school for religious young boys in Wroclaw, Poland most of the teachers and fellow students concluded that this boy wasn?t like the others. In fact the headmaster at the school wrote a letter to Blackwell?s mother in 1974 where he said: "Your kid?s not well, mrs Blackwell. I hope you can tell, beeing his mother and all. You see I?ve never said I was more than a man, I?ve even let the boy do as he wants, I don?t give a damn. He?s brain must be weak, you know it makes me ill. But if you promise that the situation will change within the year I?ll let him proceed attending our school."
In ?75 he was thrown out, but he was to prove that his brain wasn?t weak at all?
Already when he?d reached the age of 10 Mr. Blackwell used to have great fun out of hypnotising old ladies on the street. He?d trick them into doing the silliest things from pissing on lightpoles to knocking down police officers. His mother often stood in the kitchen-window and laughed of this peculiar behaviour, but she never knew that it was her son who was the reason for this.
His father was assasinated near the Dvorana Tivoli in Ljubliana, Yugoslavia, during a rebellious strike against the local president. Poor Edward Blackwell senior just happened to be in the area. His mother shortly after packed her bags and took her son with her to Oporto, Portugal where she lived until march 1996 when she died of skin cancer, 102 years old. Mr Blackwell lived with his mother until he reached the age of fourteen and a half. He then decided that he had to stand on his own two feet.
The first job Mr Blackwell ever got was when he just have had his 15th birthday. It was on a fishing boat called "Neuman KM84" heading for the promised land, U.S.A. Blackwell had never been so far from home and later said: "It was a fuckin? magnificent journey over the bloody ocean." The journey took about six months and in January 1982 young Edward T. H. Blackwell took his first step on american soil.
In 1983 he realized that he?d have to have an education. He settled for a school called "the higher educational school for psycological warfare and interseptions of the minds," just outside Denver, Colorado as a lonely student. After his six years study here the school had to close down because of a budget-cut (and because they only had one student) before he got to take his final exam. So here he was in the middle of nowhere with a education that wasn?t worth jack shit. The year was 1989 and Mr Blackwell somehow managed to end up in a part of New York called the Bronx. Broke as he was he started to attend a soup-kitchen in the area, and one day as he stood there in the line, a middle-aged man, who looked like he was on some heavy drugs came over to him and said: "Why don?t you go to this man called Duppi and you know sit down and?whatever?go to some resturant and you know?whatever?it?ll be great!" Blackwell never got to know who this man really was, but he did as the man said and seeked out Dr Duppi. When Dr Duppi heard of Blackwell?s skills he appointed him faster than the bullit that cracked "Mr. you-know-who?s" head open.
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