Im sitting on the living room couch with my older brother watching t.v. I was four if not younger. Suddenly without warning the front door flies off its hinges with a crash. Several men dressed all in black carrying large guns emerge, they slam my parents against the wall while my brother and I are carried out the door.
What I would come to understood much later, was that the men in black were S.W.A.T and my parents were being arrested for drug trafficking.
Charges would later be dropped due to discrepancies in the search warrant and my brother and I were returned to my parents custody.
My parents continue their trade, but now being extraordinarily cautious, means were moving every couple of years. Eventually financial success would provide both a large home in a nice neighborhood and deplorable living conditions. Drug dealers, junkies, alcoholics and criminals of all kinds were part of the atmosphere. As is so often the case, drug dealers become drug addicts, my father (whom I would later find out was my stepfather) was no exception.
Whew.... Im turning into William here, its cliffs notes from here on out - if youre actually curious about the details of my life, ask away Im not shy.
-Exorbitant amounts of coke and eventually crack makes daddy a scary person (not to mention all the other strangers in the house)...mom cleans up her act and moves us (myself and 4 brothers) out...restraining orders, police escorts to school, go into hiding etc.
-mom has no professional skills/adequate education, we live in one room roach-pit, food stamps, hand-me-downs etc.
-Step dad does the rehabilitation/relapse thing for several years, he moves in/moves out, gets shot, beat up, kidnaps youngest brother, goes to prison etc.
-Real dad continues to have illegitimate kids (8 brothers total, that I know of), little to no contact.
-Mom finds jesus and gets a legitimate job. Forced to go to catholic schools and bible camps.
-Some brothers get jobs/go to school, some sell drugs etc.
-I bust ass as, roofer, gardner, painter, mover etc. Pay my way through college with spare money in the bank. Life become relatively uneventful compared to childhood (which is a very good thing), become overly cautious about drugs and having babies (again, a very good thing). Carouse the KATG forums with the rest of you degenerates and share too much personal info.
And now the speed round....
Uncle becomes retarded due to head injury. Cousin dies at 3 due to illness. Grandfather (a brilliant man) develops serious Alzheimer's - becomes heavy burden to family, dies. Grandmother has multiple strokes - becomes heavy burden to family. Several uncles, aunts and cousins die of cancer. Several successful and unsuccessful attempts of suicide by both family and friends.
Hmmmm......thats all I got for now, but repressed memories could surface at any moment
