-I lived in Milwaukee -I grew up in the ghetto -Parents were never around(mom was a drunk and my dad was always working) -Oldest brother beat me -my uncle Doug beat my younger brothers with a belt -Our house was never clean -_- mice everywhere, even in my Elmo slipper. -food was very hard to find(maggots confiscated most of it) -people broke into our house and stole whatever little things they could find -I was hit in the face with a bat by my neighbor(my jaw isn't lined up properly, I still make popping sounds when I chew) -I didn't go to school til was 7(child services came when someone called about us being alone in the house when all the other kids were at school) -my dad won custody of us(haven't seen my mom in 13 years -_-) -never made friends at school(brothers and I were the minorities and were discriminated against. It was mostly a African American school) -we recently moved out and now live on a 200 acre farm with my grandparents -I now work at my grandpas scrap metal company right across from miller park - When I'm not working I teach children with disabilities how to ride horses. The reason I'm telling you guys this is not because I want you to feel sorry for me but to know I prayed and hoped that my life would get better. Moving out of that house has been one big step for me. I just hope nothing but the best for those who struggle through life and pray you never give up.
I worked at burger king when I was 16. I think the employees at more food than what was served to the customers lol