I was tied to the leg of the dinner table and made to eat with the dogs when I was unable to get new pressed uniforms in place for tomorrow at age 8.
My mom killed stepdad number three of five in self defense with a beretta 950 (.25 acp between two ribs, nicked the heart and lung - solid lick on back rib and bounced back through the aforementioned) over my head by about two feet when I was 5.
So it begins.
Going to smoke and drink. I'll be back - feel free to ban me - I read more than all of my friends combined and I only contribute to the world in a positive manner. I have to work around.............rather than with folks like you.
You want a peek into the abyss? Please let me tell you about my childhood.
