Ian Ehrhart - Intro

Born March 13, 1991, I was named Ian James Ehrhart. Son of a drunk mother and a father she never let come around, I grew up quickly. She divorced my father when I was four and remarried when I was 7. Her latest husband is an Evangelist named Eugene.

Living through an abusive childhood makes you tougher on an emotional scale at the very least and as a result of this abuse, I have sought to meet people with non-violence if it is a possibility.

When I turned 8 years old, we moved out of the country to Togo, Lome (a little country on the western coast of Africa) and spent two years there where I learned to appreciate the little that was given to me in life. Here, I also learned that an overwhelming number of Americans took far too much for granted.

After 2 years in Togo, we spent a year in Fukushima, Japan, where we lived with my great aunt, Yoshiko Iji. Yes, that makes me a quarter Japanese. Unfortunately, with only a single year of Japanese under my belt and no reason to practice, the language has all but left my mind. But after Japan, we spent two years in Dublin, Ireland, followed by a year in Berlin, Germany, then two years in Nassau, Bahamas.

What I have come to learn is that I utterly hate living in America because the majority of Americans disgust me. But nevertheless, circling all the way back to my first point, I try to see everyone in the same light and greet them politely, treating them with non violence as long as possible.

My life has made me what I am (that's an obvious statement) and that is a Satanist (not Luciferian; if you don't know the difference, do the research) and a Thelemite, an insomniac, an artist, and a prisoner of hope.

One final thought before the abrupt end: I hate my name. I always have. My friends, though they are few and far between, call me J or Panda.