Growing up in a single parent home with an alcoholic mother was a very fearful and lonely part of my life. I was always scared and very confused. Just about everyday I felt like I was hated, abandoned, unloved, and unwanted. I lived with my mom, 3 brothers, and her numerous boyfriends in Odessa, FL. It was a very small town where everyone knew everyone else's' business but no one dared to get into my moms. …showed first 75 words of 1914 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1914 total…away and stay gone because she didn't care anyway. Now it was like I really didn't care anymore and to try and earn my mom's love and affection was obviously not going to happen. So I continued to venture and do what I wanted to do. Inevitably, I later became my own worst enemy; who was still very afraid and alone. I ended up becoming a drug addict, who survived on the streets for 10+ years.