... And I Wish He Were Dead.

To talk about family is something that should give you a good feeling inside. Something Meaningful and something to be proud of. When I think of MY family, It puts me to shame. I am A Gray sheep Amongst black sheep. I can't call myself a White sheep because I'm not totally insane but I'm not totally normal either.

The Father
My father was born in Texas. His father died and his mother remarried. He has Lot's of brothers and sisters. I think around 12 if I'm not mistaken. He was raised in a large home and went to school. He decided to become an expertise at welding. After he graduated his stepfather made him and his brother's make a grab fishing boat during the summer. He, [ having his profession just out of high school ] of course did all the welding. Eventually it sunk and so his life went on. He came to California to visit a Friend and never went back. His excuse " No mosquito's ". I'm not really sure when he did but he eventually was drawn upon drugs. He did them and worked. Welding of course. He eventually met my mother. She was married once before but, that's another story. So, they met and fell " In love" And a year later I was conceived. My dad was a hard worker but when I was young treated me like a princess. I was his whole world. We went out every weekend and had fun. Fishing, the movies, bike rides, Ect. Nothing was ever to much for him to do with me. One day, it just stopped. I realized what was going on when I was about 14 or 15. He was a drug addict. Around then I was a depressed kid. He made fun of my depression so he was the one who helped me most of all master my mask of hiding my emotions. He hides his just ass well. The only thing that can ever make him crack is Animals. He can watch the news and hear that thousands of people die in an accident and he can laugh. He sees a Hamster with a broken leg and he's bawling his eyes out and trying to make a makeshift duck tape cast for it [ True story ]. He cares about me but, He's never really there anymore. I don't now much about my dad other than this. The king of the deck in my life. Now it is time to move on tot he queen. One of the miseries in my life.

The Mother
My mother grew up Italian. Her mother was an abusive drunk, Her father was hardly around and of course, she was Adopted into this. She went to a Catholic school. She learned next to nothing here. She thinks that you can still go to school and just sit there while maintaining a decent grade for just attending. Her mother used to beat her a lot. Her father was never there to save her. She had no siblings. I don't even know where she's from. She was formerly married but they got divorced for drug and alcohol reasons. She has never remarried since but has been with my dad for almost 19 years. She's a major drug addict who loves to hear herself scream. She's an attention whore and hates to be alone. She's the biggest drug addict and she blame's it on her weight. " It's helps the pain go away" Well.. Lose some weight fatty, that might help too. Doctor's have told her if she doesn't stop it'll kill her. Does she give a flying fuck? Hell no. She was put in a hospital for congestive heart failure. It's where all the excess liquid's in your body don't leave, they just stay in your body. She still does the drug of choice, speed. It'll kill her. If she doesn't care neither do i. I have done my part in trying to get her to stop from crying at her feet and breaking pipe's to flushing her shit down the toilette. Nothings ever going to change in her. So it doesn't matter.

The Brother
He's always been the favorite. Why? Because he can get my mom drugs. Ever since he was little he's been a trouble maker. Born in MLK Hospital tipping the scale at almost 13 lb. was the born child of her first marriage. When he was young he was the toughest mofo who knew everything. He started smoking weed when he was 13 and that's when he committed his first felony, Arson. He burnt down a house he broke into. Ever since he was in and out of jail. He would live with us once in a while. He lived with his dad at the begining, got kicked out. Lived with his aunt and uncle, Got kicked out. Live'd with his grandparent's, Got kicked out. I bet your wondering why he got kicked out so much right? Theft, Drugs and Stupidity. He stole from his own grandparent's for christs sakes. That's like punching a baby in the face! You just don't fucking do that.