my lyfe & timez...
I didn't know any Spanish. My dad barely
knew how to speak English. Great pair huh? Well I moved in with him in
Hawthorne, and that's where I went to Mark Twain Elementary and Will Rogers
Middle School. My dad was a fuck up and he couldn't
raise me by himself. Not about a lack of trying, he just didn't care. He said that family
had to stick together. I believe that too, but I don't believe that they should
be totally dependant on one another. Which he was. All of my uncles, aunts, cousins, and some other people, all lived in the same
house. When he said that family has to stick together, that was just an excuse
because he couldn't afford his own place, cause he wasted too much money on
beer. I had 4 uncles, 6 aunts, 7 cousins, my dad, my grandfather, and myself living
all in the same house. What the fuck mayn?! 20 people! Pshh.. Over a couple months, the
abuse started. I would get slapped and kicked for reasons that didn't make any
sense. Most of the time I wouldn't cry because of the pain, I would cry because
of the fact that he hit me, further pushing me to think I was NOTHING. The
beatings would be a couple times a week, but the fear of it was everyday. I wouldn't
tell my ma and bro about it because my dad would always tell me he loved me, and
I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. He also abused my ma, and she had a
couple teeth knocked out. Oh, and don't thynk he would hold back on the abuse,
even if I was still in her womb. Freakin Dad of the year.. Let me get this
straight, the court let the man who abused his wife, even when his child was in
her stomach, raise the kid?!? Did the idea of me getting hit fly over there
minds? Anyway, I slept on the couch and my room was the closet. Of course I was the outsider over
there. But, I was the only one with style.. ;) After living with my dad
for a year and a half, he got married to a woman with 2 daughters and 1 son. My
dad and I moved in there apartment, and I had a new step brother,
George, and 2 step sisters, Brenda and Sadie. For 3 years, it was a marriage of arguments and breaking up and getting
back together. My dad smoked and drank, he used to never come home for about a
week and not tell me where he has been. My
new step mom, Elena, was really nice and she took care of me. I had visitation
on every other Saturday to my grandmas house and had fun seeing my family. My
life was going alright but my punk dad kept ruining it. I was in BLISS when he didn't
come home! Then Elena and my dad
divorced. Sadly, Elena & everyone moved to Las Vegas, leaving me with my
dad. It was a sad day when they left, because I wouldn't see them for a long time
and I would have to live with my ass of a father and his family again.