GLORY TO GOD

April 25, 2019

CHILDHOOD/UPBRINGING....

To say the least, I remember my childhood as being, well … pretty rough. It seemed my family was the poorest in the neighbourhood and I had few things to call my own. I was never invited to any of my friend homes to sit in and play or just watch TV. My Mother and Father where Alcoholics, which made it even more difficult for me and being the youngest of my siblings, I was always left home alone to fend for myself.

 

It was not due to any lack of love from my siblings but everyone had their own lives to live and I had to learn to live and occupy myself. At a young age I had to become independent in a hurry, the hard way. I was 10 or 11-years-old when my house caught on fire and burned down to the ground. Afterwards, all of my family had a place to go to to live except me … so I lived in an abandon house for months and the thing about it … no one didn’t even know, nor seemingly care.

 

CAUGHT UP IN THE UNDERGROUND .....

Middletown was a place where I had so much fun. Some of my Family members, along w

 

ith their many friends were drug dealers and when I saw the folds of money they had, I knew then I wanted to become a drug dealer and made that my goal in life.

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