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Hello people or person, whatever or who ever your are. This new web page or blog is my evil rant and kool thing to let out all of what the world has done for me and to me . I wasn't supposed to be born, and no one expected me when I arrived. My parents were perfectly happy to roam the countryside in their VW van, shooting up, being hippies (almost a generation too late for my mom), and flying under the radar of convention. But then I came along, born into confusion, anger and spite.
As early as I can remember, I was blamed because we were broke - another mouth to feed, so eating became about having cash, not about hunger. If we had a couple dollars to scrape together, we'd grab a bite - if not, we didn't (of course if they spent less money on heroin, we'd all be better off). It seems that we never ate. And it always seemed that it was an outing, an adventure to go and eat - never about the hunger. Never. Mom treated it like a hardship. Why do we have to do this? We don't *need* a burger!
We wandered the country, keeping me out of school (the brain-washing institution of "the Man") until we came to Raleigh. I was 7 at this time and it was 1994.
As early as I can remember, I was blamed because we were broke - another mouth to feed, so eating became about having cash, not about hunger. If we had a couple dollars to scrape together, we'd grab a bite - if not, we didn't (of course if they spent less money on heroin, we'd all be better off). It seems that we never ate. And it always seemed that it was an outing, an adventure to go and eat - never about the hunger. Never. Mom treated it like a hardship. Why do we have to do this? We don't *need* a burger!
We wandered the country, keeping me out of school (the brain-washing institution of "the Man") until we came to Raleigh. I was 7 at this time and it was 1994.