This will probally be a long bitching read.

Bear with me.

Me, i was born in a very ghetto part of Pinevile Louisiana. I had a older brother named Jacob. My family and i spent alot of with my grandmother, who lived in the same town. My family was absolutely sick of gun shots and murders, roberys, and police in my neiborhood. We decided to move to North Carolina. But before we moved out, my 7 year

year old brother was diagnosed with a fatal heart disease. He died a week before we left. We still had to leave, because my dad already had his job set up. We moved their, where we were all laced with depression. I didn't really understand it all, being 4, but it was very sad. We lived in NC, in a house we couldn't afford. My dad's consulting buisness was failing. We were receing tons of bills. We couldnt afford the life we lived. It was a boring life, a boring town. My dad was an alchoholic, and he always abused my mom, physically and mentally. I remember one night, after he knocked my mom on the floor, and we were hiding in a closet. She had called the police...i rember he kicked the door in, spit on us, and said..."I hate you fuckers".

We then moved to Scottsdale Arizona. My dad kept his job, for what? 2 months? I don't know. We basically were evicted from our apartment, and lived on the streets for around a week, until my dads mom let us go to her house, and stay with her there.



Now let me explain, this was a good/bad thing. We had a place to stay, but....it wasn't really a good one. It was in the middle of the country. We DIDN'T ever leave. She grew her own food. OHH, and no tv or internet. Nothing to do, except read her ancient readers digests.

The next three years consisted of moving from my dad's "jobs". He always got bored or fired. Then, we either lived on the streets or at my grandmothers. I perfered the streets. At 8 years old, my best friend was a drug dealer at the homeless shelter.

When i was 10, i was at my grandmothers.

My dad got a job offer in NC.

He couldn't bring us, so he sent us to go live with one of his buisness friends in Arizona. We thought this would be amazing, because they were very rich.

OH no. For the whole month we lived with them, they tortured us. Even being so amazingly rich, they ate the cheepest food in the world. They made us eat it, they seriously threatened to kick us out if we didn't do what they said. They swam in our pool. They never let us. We hardly left the house.

Basically, my dad didn't get the job.

We had to go back to my g-mas.



Shit i gtg, but i'll type the rest of my life up to now, later.



Peace Totse.

Your beat.

I'm just sitting here, keeping in mind that this story isn't even finished, what good advice I could possibly give.

Sorry, though. Maybe you can take some satisfaction in the fact that I, for one, respect your ability to go through what you have and not go bat-shit insane.