A guy calls me over at the gym tonight and asks if I know who he is, I dont. He starts rattling off my birthday, members of my family and stories about me when I was a kid. He finally tells me and he's a neighbor from when I was like 4-5. He then asks if I remember my father. I'll preface this that my mom and dad split when I was really young. Too young to remember and she began dating my step dad when I was 5, they married when I was 16 so I've pretty much always considered my step-father my actual dad since he's been in my life since pretty much my earliest memories. I don't know much about my biological father and never really tried to know much, mainly because my step dad was such a great guy and pretty much gave me a better life than I could have imagined.
Anyway, apparently he was good friends with my dad, who I find out was originally from NY and moved here (WV) to start a business with his friends and thats when he ended up marrying my mother. Well he says "You don't know what your dad did, do ya?" I tell him no. Apparently, my biological father was a chaffeur and body guard for Jimi Hendrix.