I'm a simple man, really. If it has to do with my kids and wife being happy, I'm happy. My family is everything to me. I enjoy spending time with them, especially after a long day working on the ranch. Taking my boys fishing and showing them how it's a lot of fun to be on a ranch if you just know how to look at things is something that I wish will never end. I'm a mama's boy when it comes down to it. I'll always be there to take care of her along with my sisters. I only save my anger for those that deserve it, like my real father. Other than that, I just like to live my simple life with my wife by my side and my kids growing up into good ol' boys. The Club is second only to my family, but I will do everything for my brothers there as well.

When my mother was on a Spring Break trip to Las Vegas with some friends, she met my father. She ended up getting so drunk that she woke up the next day next to a man she didn't know with a marriage license with her name on it as well as the man's name on it. That man, was Garner Scheetz. She went to Watonga, Oklahoma with him, where he was from and nine months later, I was born.

My name is Crocker Nathaniel Scheetz and my childhood wasn't the best. My mother is an amazing woman, but my father is a complete asshole and just a bad guy. When I was around four years old, my father hit me for the first time. I don't even remember what I did to get him to hit me, but then again, there really wasn't a reason for him to lash out. He was mentally and physically abusive to my mother. However, when he did hit me, my mother ran and got a gun before shooting him to protect me. He didn't die, but he was arrested and sent to prison. My mother finally was able to get a divorce from him while he was there and we relied on the Sons of Anarchy to protect us as well as a man my mother knew from back in Texas, where she grew up, by the name of Glen Strait. Thanks to them, when my father got out of prison, he couldn't hurt us, not without getting blow back from the Sons.

When I was about five years old, my mother reconnected with her high school sweetheart, Willie Stewart. They ended up marrying and he was more of a father than my actual father ever was. I even call him Pops because I look to him as my father. He raised me with love in the house and teaching me what a good father would teach his son. He had two kids from his previous marriage, twins named Hendrix and Haven and when I was seven, those twins came to live with us after their mother died in a car accident. It was fun growing up with siblings though. The twins, even though weren't blood to me, they were still my brother and sister. Period.

My father ended up marrying some other woman who was a stripper and usually high out of her mind. She ended up having five daughters with him, and I'm not sure how those girls survived the pregnancy with how much drugs and alcohol their mother had during the pregnancies. However, I did what I could, when I could, to be there for my sisters. I tried my best to protect them all from my father because I knew he wasn't a good man. Besides the fact of my father being in and out of prison and their mother not really being around, I would take care of my sisters, taking them in, my mom being happy to help since I was still young at the time, and just showing them that not everyone was a piece of shit and did care about them.

When I turned 18, I prospected for the Sons and a year later, I earned the full patch. They had my loyalty with all the help and protection they gave to me and my mother since I was a little kid. I loved being a part of the club and when I married my wife, things fell into place. We ended up having two boys of our own, Judge and Lawson, and I absolutely loved being a father. As a matter of fact, it made me realize that I really couldn't think of how my own father even was such a complete asshole like he was. Being a father was the best feeling in the world!

My best friends in the club and I decided we needed a bit of a change of scenery and decided to transfer out to the new charter that our old president, Cord Lane, transferred to with his son and brother-in-law. We decided that was the best place to change up the scenery. My wife, Mabel, was more than supportive and we ended up happily getting a place out there with the help of the Astors, who were out in California helping the new charter, and they also becaming Sons, patching over from another club. That is a completely different story to tell with how that happened, but it's working all in the club's favor, thankfully.

Not long after being out in California, though, my mother was letting me know how shit was hitting the fan. My father was supposedly dead, but someone was kidnapping the kids and then my own sons were kidnapped as well as other kids that came with their families out to California with the big transfer.

I headed back to Oklahoma to try to find my sons and the other kids and found my father, who wasn't dead, but instead behind the kidnapping. I put a stop to him, killing him myself without a second thought. The kids were safe again, and I managed to get custody of my five sisters as well. I didn't know it, but my father ended up doing a number on them as well. They were scared of him, rightfully so, but Briar, the oldest of the five, wasn't unscathed. She did things to protect her little sisters. She won't tell me exactly what happened, but I'm not stupid. I can put a few things together. However, I'll give her the time she needs and if she wants to tell me, then I'll be there for her.

Now we're back in California, living life as best we can. My mother and Pops have moved out as well and with the property we have, thanks to the Astors, are living close by. We have a full house, but I love it that way. It's even better now because Hendrix and Haven are now out in California with us, as well as Jethro, a close family friend that is more like a brother to us as well.

Recently, as well, my wife just told me that we are expecting another baby, and things are falling into place even more! My family's expanding, and we're safe from my asshole of a sperm donor father.