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Fucke From Birth
White trash. Thats what I am when you get down to it, I've lived in several trailers, couple times about ten of us shared a two bedroom house where we slept wherever we could fit.
I know I've spent more of my life sleeping on a couch and living out of a duffel bag than I have sleeping in a bed and hanging my clothes in a closet.
By thirteen I had tried cocaine and was developing a dependancy on the pharmecutical amphetamines I used everyday. I went to jail the first time shortly after turning fourteen and the same night I got out I already had an arrest warrant out and was hiding from the cops. Within a week I was back in Juvie. They said that no one had ever been back as fast as me. I was put in rehab the first time before I was fifteen and by seventeen I was in my second rehab and facing prison for beating up a cop while drunk.
I was raised with different values then most anybody I know, I was taught to weigh an eightball before I was shown how to read a tape measure. I bonded with my cousin while stripping a stolen harley and snorting coke, and by sixteen I was slinging coke and weed to pay the rent after my cousin went to prison.
I started hustling cocaine at sixteen to pay the rent after my cousin went to prison and left me to provide for an aging grandmother and his six year old daughter. That same year I joined a motorcycle club the fbi listed as the 11th most dangerous in the nation. They liked that I was angry because they could use it, and use it they did, employing me to collect money from those that owed us. I was good at it cuz I didnt look like a biker so the guy with the debt didnt think anything when I walked up.
By seventeen I could walk in any bar in the city I lived in and order a drink, and the owner wouldnt take my money. Yea I was an arrogant little fuck, but who wouldnt have been?
I tried the straight and narrow for two years and I was more miserable then I've ever been. Its fucked that the thought of settling down scares me more than the thought of death or prison.
I know I've spent more of my life sleeping on a couch and living out of a duffel bag than I have sleeping in a bed and hanging my clothes in a closet.
By thirteen I had tried cocaine and was developing a dependancy on the pharmecutical amphetamines I used everyday. I went to jail the first time shortly after turning fourteen and the same night I got out I already had an arrest warrant out and was hiding from the cops. Within a week I was back in Juvie. They said that no one had ever been back as fast as me. I was put in rehab the first time before I was fifteen and by seventeen I was in my second rehab and facing prison for beating up a cop while drunk.
I was raised with different values then most anybody I know, I was taught to weigh an eightball before I was shown how to read a tape measure. I bonded with my cousin while stripping a stolen harley and snorting coke, and by sixteen I was slinging coke and weed to pay the rent after my cousin went to prison.
I started hustling cocaine at sixteen to pay the rent after my cousin went to prison and left me to provide for an aging grandmother and his six year old daughter. That same year I joined a motorcycle club the fbi listed as the 11th most dangerous in the nation. They liked that I was angry because they could use it, and use it they did, employing me to collect money from those that owed us. I was good at it cuz I didnt look like a biker so the guy with the debt didnt think anything when I walked up.
By seventeen I could walk in any bar in the city I lived in and order a drink, and the owner wouldnt take my money. Yea I was an arrogant little fuck, but who wouldnt have been?
I tried the straight and narrow for two years and I was more miserable then I've ever been. Its fucked that the thought of settling down scares me more than the thought of death or prison.
Published 16th Feb 2013
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