Wesley (Wes) Kirkham:  

Life.... I have to say to begin I am married to a good woman, who sometimes finds it hard to deal with in me being a truck driver, but she is definitely a good egg about it.I have 2 sons from a previous marriage who happen to be 2 of the best people I've ever known. How they came from me I'll never know. Stranger things have happened I guess. I wasn't sure after high school if I wanted to have kids, mainly because I didn't know if I could handle someone(let alone 2) like me. But in 1989 I got married and Drew was born March 24, 1990. 2 years later Logan was born on January 26 1992. This means my oldest is graduating from High school this year and my youngest is a sophomore. I guess we never quit asking ourselves where the time goes. But I have been lucky with my kids. They're great. I guess I should start by saying that I have alot of memories from PG High, not all of them good. In fact for the most part I guess you could say kind of sad. Some of you know me better at least back from our day better than others. Alot of you I'm sure were aware of the drugs and alcohol that flowed rapantly through our school. I'm not a name dropper I come from the old school of thought that "snitches get stiches and talkers get walkers" so just relax I won't say names in my story because of this and out of respect for those of you who would rather forget them days. But believe me there was alot of drug and alcohol abuse in our school and most of you know it. I am not making excuses for doing drugs and alcohol starting in 7 th grade. All I'm saying is it set the stage for the rest of my life. It amazes me to this day how we, as kids were able to get access to drugs and alcohol. It's beyond me where it came from, but believe me it was there. I spent my High School years involved in sports year round. It was a good cover to go this route, it took my parents off the idea I was invovled in any shananagins. I don't blame my behavior on anyone but myself. The only problem is it never stopped after high school. I was an alcoholic and drug addict at an early age and it continued on into the mid 90's, when on one of those fateful days in my life where I woke up and realized I was sitting in the Utah State Prison facing 25 years. I woke up real quick after I was there. I gurarantee you that you will never feel more evil than you will in that prison. You see every different kind of person in there. My problems came to a head in July of '95 when I fell on a construction project I was on. I fell through an opening in the grating head first into concrete. Everyone on the site apparently thought I was dead from the blood that was coming out of my ears. and my non-responsiveness. When the paramedics arrived they concluded I was still alive and rushed me to the hopital. I spent over a week in the intensive care unit and after they did everything they could for me they released me. 2 days later I went back to the doctor and became very violent with him to where he called in security and I was put in the psychiatric unit for 3 days. For some reason they released me. 1 day lat...Expand for more