Allow me to reintroduce myself...

My names is Michael Colangelo the third, born October 29th 1990 in good ole Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Although that is when I was born to truly understand me, we must skip ahead to when I feel I truly started living back in 1998. At the time my family in disarray, I was sent to live with my Grandparents in Massachusetts. From here I became quite a loner, bouncing from group to group
inevitably finding my place with "the kind of kids your mother warns you about". While most only saw us as the "tough kids" with no worries about authority, in reality it was much deeper than that. Around the group or "crew" as we had called it, nearly no one had parents in there lives or even authority figures for that matter. That being said we were our family. A band of brothers and sisters that looked out for each other no matter the consequences. Although in theory it seemed to be the best decision for us, it also was a bit of a burden. As much as we had looked out for one another keeping everyone safe, we had also routinely found ourselves getting into trouble together more than not. Over the next seven years life took its ups and downs, dragging my new friends and I through court room after court room until I had finally done it....I had hit my bottom.

After a unwanted vacation from residential homes to DYS facility my life had come to a crossroads.
I didn't know it then and in retrospect how could I, but my life was about to make a shift, a massive reconstruction if you will, just a small dose of reality to introduce me to the age old burden of adulthood. Now I had to stay in this residential program for about 10 more months before release due to prior issues but once I left it was as if my life took a complete 360. Friends all changed to people doing the right thing, my attitude had improved, and I finally wanted more out of my life...life was good. Through countless more ups and downs I found myself going to the air force with a friend of mine at 21, walking the straight and narrow on the metaphorical high road, I was one day from going until another road block came my way. After one "last night out" I once again found myself in a court room with a judge deciding my fate.

Luckily the case was dropped almost instantaneously but that didn't mean I could go to the air force just yet. Unfortunately the military has procedure that with any open case candidates must wait up to one year before applications may be reviewed...what now. Walking around after court trying to clear my mind I found myself next to a school brandishing a sign reading "Barber college sign up and finish in as little as 1 year". This sounding perfect for my current time issue I hesitantly had to walk in. Upon entering I found myself being greeted by and older woman in a bright purple smock and sandals to match with hair white as snow, urging me to come take a closer look around.

Three years later with more clients than I can handle I realize that might have been my best decision thus far. Now working in a small barbershop in the North shore with a buddy of mine I have truly honed my craft, and am ready for the next step. Upon graduating I convinced the same friend whom was suppose to do the military with me to go to barber school, by April of next year we will begin our journey in become the go to, household name in the barber world. When I'm not working my life away, or broadening my horizons at school, I can typically be found at the latest venue, bar, club, or randomly vacationing throughout the globe living each moment as if it was my last....so in the end who am I, I am the fighter that will never give up, I am the lone wolf searching for his path in a forest forgotten, carrying the same morals of loyalty and brotherhood I found as a child, through ups and downs I force a smile with my ambition far exceeding my talents, and become the man my family always knew I would be.