Wow, I love my life!
Not.
So...
For those of you who didn't know, my dad was found guilty of arson of his shop from six years ago. He's currently in his third week of his fifteen year sentence. For a non-violent crime.
Mind you he was arrested six years ago, and was swarmed by about twelve cops at Dunkin Donuts. I remember seeing all the cruisers surround his car. Since I was like,twelve, I don't remember if he was bailed out, or whatever, but he got to come home. And for the last six years, he hasn't been a threat to anyone, he's held a steady job, except for an eight month hiatus, due to his undergoing of chemotherapy for lymphoma.
He's done nothing but help out anyone he could, and tried to support his family, which he was the sole provider for. Unfortunately, we fell behind in our rent.
Which brings me to now. Since my family can no longer afford the house we're living in, and also since we're three weeks behind in our rent, we've been evicted, and we've got seven days to pack and and find somewhere to live. Mind you this is my whole family. My mom, jessica, her kids, alexa and william, dorothy, and my branden and danielle. The four little ones are eight, seven, five, and two. I think it's fucked up that my dad is in jail, and if he was out, which he should be because 1)He's innocent and his court appointed layers sucked(another god damn story..) and 2)Even if he was guilty, he got the maximum sentence, which is fucked up because he's behaved since then, and as a direct result of all of this, my family is homeless because my dad is in jail.
So, I've got a week to pack up my shit, and move into somewhere else. If anyone's looking for a roommate, or could possible hold on to my shit, that'd be dope.
Other than that, fuck life. Fuck this. I want this summer back.
When things were good.
So...
For those of you who didn't know, my dad was found guilty of arson of his shop from six years ago. He's currently in his third week of his fifteen year sentence. For a non-violent crime.
Mind you he was arrested six years ago, and was swarmed by about twelve cops at Dunkin Donuts. I remember seeing all the cruisers surround his car. Since I was like,twelve, I don't remember if he was bailed out, or whatever, but he got to come home. And for the last six years, he hasn't been a threat to anyone, he's held a steady job, except for an eight month hiatus, due to his undergoing of chemotherapy for lymphoma.
He's done nothing but help out anyone he could, and tried to support his family, which he was the sole provider for. Unfortunately, we fell behind in our rent.
Which brings me to now. Since my family can no longer afford the house we're living in, and also since we're three weeks behind in our rent, we've been evicted, and we've got seven days to pack and and find somewhere to live. Mind you this is my whole family. My mom, jessica, her kids, alexa and william, dorothy, and my branden and danielle. The four little ones are eight, seven, five, and two. I think it's fucked up that my dad is in jail, and if he was out, which he should be because 1)He's innocent and his court appointed layers sucked(another god damn story..) and 2)Even if he was guilty, he got the maximum sentence, which is fucked up because he's behaved since then, and as a direct result of all of this, my family is homeless because my dad is in jail.
So, I've got a week to pack up my shit, and move into somewhere else. If anyone's looking for a roommate, or could possible hold on to my shit, that'd be dope.
Other than that, fuck life. Fuck this. I want this summer back.
When things were good.