If I ever write my memoirs that's what I'll call it.
Such a long convoluted story. Unfortunately I have blocked out most of it. It's funny how much I don't know about the shit I actually lived through. Ask my mom though, she remembers ALLLLL that shit. Maybe I should start recording her stories. Seriously dude, drugs and guns and hospitals and cops and so much more shit. Imma just say this, once when I was about 8 or so I remember my dad taking me to one of his friends houses (he was probably there to buy drugs) and all the adults cheered me and the guys boy (he was a little older) on to fight in the front yard. That's right I held my own. I didn't win but they finally made us stop. I mean WTF dude!
Don't be an asshole when you have kids. Seriously, if you know you're an asshole just don't do it.
My mom on the other hand is a frakkin' saint. What she ever did in a past life to deserve that asshole is beyond me.
I love ya mom.