FIVE SONGS ON YOUR PLAYLIST:
Addicted - Saving Abel
Crazy bitch - Buckcherry
Last stand - Adelita’s Way
Sound of madness - Shinedown
Inside the fire - Disturbed- Optional Reason
FIVE FACEBOOK/TWITTER STATUS UPDATES:
Leave it to me to come down with something while I'm hungover. fml.
The playstation just survived a fall off the the tv stand, I'm impressed. And so, so lucky.
To the jackass that tried to jump me tonight, yours is coming.
No, me not wanting to sleep with you after you almost puked on my shoes doesn't make me gay, it makes you disgusting.
I'm going clubbing tonight. People need to fucking be there.
FIVE SIGNIFICANT EVENTS IN YOUR LIFE:
Mom’s death:
I was thirteen when she finally kicked it. And by finally, I mean Mom was a junkie whore that was going to get it eventually. She’d been in and out of trouble for as long as I could remember. I learned to check to make sure she was breathing nightly since I was about six. You never knew, really. I’m not trying to say anything negative about junkies or whores, honestly. Some of my best friends and biggest clients are both of those. But, I was expecting a little more from her. I needed her around. And I thought over and over again that she was going to change. She was finally making an effort. At least, I thought she was. I was a kid, so it could’ve easily been that I didn’t know any better. I actually had a lot of hope for her. But, that hope didn’t last. My brother found her one morning; overdose. I was still asleep by the time they were loading her up and taking her out. Can’t say I’m not grateful no one woke me up right away. It’s not something I’d want to remember. But she’s dead. That’s it. To be honest, it sucked. And as much as I figure I should’ve seen it coming. I missed her like hell. I loved her a lot more than I’d ever let on. Her dying hit me pretty hard, but I’m not going to sit around and cry about it. I got by okay without her.
My brother as the guardian:
My brother and I have a five year difference. When Mom died, he was eighteen and it was good for me, because that gave me a chance not to get shoved into the system. I was happy at home. It might not have been the best atmosphere I could have asked for, but it was better than being shoved from family to family. And I wasn’t looking to leave David. He’d taken care of me more than my Mom had and I wasn’t going to be separated. It took a lot of proof that he was going to be a stable guardian, but we made it work. I’d looked up to him a long time before that. But, really, it was pretty damn selfless to stay back and watch his little twerp of a brother. I would have probably held it against him if he didn’t, but I would have understood. God knows I wouldn’t have wanted to be saddled with the responsibility of another person when I was eighteen. I don’t even want it now. But, he took care of me, taught me how to survive and for that, I was pretty grateful. Though, really, we’re not a family of open gratitude and thank yous.
Drugs:
My brother was a dealer before I was. I’d used before; recreationally at parties really. My teenage years were spent in and out of parties, and I managed to get myself into my fair share of trouble—fighting, stealing, you name it. I was ready to drop-out at seventeen, but my brother kicked my ass into getting my GED before I said to hell with my education completely. So, I did it to oblige him. With school out of the way, it was him that taught me the tools of the trade. He was kind of the king of odd jobs and usually took on jobs moving and carrying crap around warehouses and plants. But, the main source of his income came from drug sales. He was pretty well connected by then and it probably got us by better than anything else. He taught me how to run things, how to keep myself from getting caught, the dangers of trying your own product…etc. Basically, he wasn’t going to have me being a lazy ass on the couch all day. That was six years ago and I’m a lot better and a lot more independent now. I don’t get busted and I don’t sell cheap crap out behind dumpsters. And honestly, I’m still surprised sometimes how much people are willing to give up for a high. I’ve not an addict; not that stupid. But, I like a good time as much as the next guy. Drugs changed my life, but not for the worst, it’s getting me everything I want in life.
Trade school:
I’ve spent most of my life not wanting to do much of anything, except party hard, make money and do whatever I want. But, over the last year, I needed that to change up a little. I wanted something more and maybe just a bit more legitimate. I have a thing for cars, so I started to look into being a mechanic. It was within the realm of what I’m capable of doing. I got into a trade school and so far, so good. I actually have a future for once, which is a little weird, but nice. Nothing else has really changed for it. I still sell, I still party and I’m not about to become a legitimate good boy overnight. That’s never going to happen. Life’s too short to give all that good stuff up. But, it gives me something more that I didn’t have before. I don’t have a lot of skills that work in the real world. I can manipulate and talk my way out of anything and I’m good at making damn sure people give me money they owe. But, that isn’t exactly legitimate. Besides, I like money and it’d be nice to be able to find my way around a car on my own.
HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW:
I live alone now. As of a year ago, I got my own place and I’ve been working on my own. Business is booming and it always will be. When everything else crashes, drugs really don’t go out of style and people are willing to sell their children practically to get a hit. It’s pathetic, honestly, but it’s more money in my pocket so I’m not about to complain. My apartment’s not huge, but it’s nice. Life’s been good to me. I hit a rut whenever some jackass decides not to pay up, but I know how to shove them around and lay on the pressure until I get my money back. Even if I don’t get my own hands dirty, I have enough connections that’ll toss someone if I need it. But, sometimes, I don’t mind doing the roughing up myself either. It’s a part of the job. Frankly, if you’re going to buy, you need to pay; it’s as simple as that. Although enrolling in school has cut into the party time, I’m still in that scene quite a bit. I don’t miss a good one and I can never stay home long enough. Most nights of the week, I’m out having a good time. School isn’t my top priority, although I do make sure to attend enough and I’m learning, don’t worry about that. I like to think I’m doing pretty well. I have my share of issues. Who the fuck doesn’t? But, I have it so much better than some. And I’m not the type of guy that’s going to sit back and mope about life. That’s boring and I’m out to have a good time.
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