well wen i was younger like my son brandons age (3) round dat area i think, i remember my parents goin to drill every week end leavin me wit some friends of deres.fuckin drugs an guns were round ,i held a fuckin mac 11 at dat time fo da first time.hence my passion fo guns.physical treatment wit emotional abuse fell all under dat.i have a faint memory of a man holdin up da gun an i was just hypnotized by it so he unloaded it an gave it to me an let me play wit it.my parents supposedly didn no bout it as far as i no.so dat was a pretty fuckd up situation in my life.plus da wyt powder dat was round, idk if it was coke or somethin else deres more bout dat but anyway.more memories wen i was round 5 - 6 i had a baby sitter named lisa hallaway .i remember her very well,altho she is now in prison ona life sentence fo shakin a 4 month old baby an killin em in da proccess.how can a kid at 5 defend emself against a fuckin stick wit nodes bein smackd cross da bac huh?my parents did find out bout it an just took me outa dere an didn take any actions against em,so dere was no fuckin justification plus my dad wasn any better den dat cunt!!!
from den on my dad an i grew further an further apart an my mom did her own thin practically ignorin us (three kids) an wat he was doin to us.i mother is always supposed to defend her spawn even if iss to come against ur spouse. i grew up wit no real family
my dad caused physical ,mental ,an emotional strain on us especially me fo one reason.dna couldn match even if he wanted it to.two different parents two different lives. grew up wit a broken family dat was still intact somehow, military fuckd up my dads mind an my grandparents raised em da same way.which is no excuse.
so da whole point is i have always been wantin a family whcih is y my kids were intentionally conceived,da juggalo family has honestly inspired me to be da passionate father dat i am today.smokey,shank ,an other homies dat was at seans pad dat nite found dat out quick wen i blew up on how much i believe my boys r my bigges blessin an gift in my life which is da reason y im still breathin
but fuck my dad hes a lil fuckin nigger (an i do mean ignorant person) he ain got no goddamn clue on how to be a father an raise kids.all he nos is how to train soldiers an yet lost hsi whole entire platoon in desert storm so hes a fuckin failure to me.i do remember tellin em if he lays another hand on me or even if he hits my kids fo dat matter. i will not hesitate to take his life while starin dead in da eyes wit a huge grin on my face.sicne den da physical abuse hasn happened an now dat im over 18.but hes been in military fo more years den ive been livin so he nos how to fuck wit my conditions an does it everychance he can get.
dese r small parts in my life, just da most major dat i can share if yall r interested hahhahaa jp much klown love
