I found in my circle of life I had not one friend... no not one... and when I was 13 would die for these idiots... 13??? yeah, the most scariest time of life for a punk, even today its not so much the older ones I'm leary of but the younger ones, they have no concept of life or the reality thereof and are simply the most ignorant/dangerous...
I have 3 kids myself and though they know the 'jist' of what a loser dad was in his life they don't know the whole 9... and I'll keep it like that until I write up something or whatever...
I'm sure if I told you guys more about myself a lot of you would stereotype me and build up more of a wall then you do now but that's okay, it is what it is.... I have no communication with the very little bit of family I have left, my brother was killed when he was 15, my other two brothers I haven't talked to or nor where they are in over 17 yrs, and I have another brother who is living in a park in fresno last I heard..(talked with him around November)
so yeah, real group of winners here... but in a nutshell It took me to turn on my 'friends' so when they came around my part of town it was them I had the gun on,(because 'they' were slowly killing me) eventually people stopped coming around then I fled and lived in my truck for around 4 months, eventually renting a hidden bunker a little further out, where I stayed out of touch with everyone and just started working, and working, all the time....
long story, many chronicles, maybe someday I'll start a blog and record my thoughts.... sometimes things cause me time of reflection and I'm blown away at my life today.... and I give God the credit, not me...