spike in my tire: I’m free and I’m happy.
I’m doing great and nothing and no one could
ever take away this feeling of being able to do
anything I want.
Is that what makes me an asshole?
Depends on your point of view, but in all
sincerity, I don’t really care what people think of
me. I have my family and this ‘acquired’ family of
mine, with Aaron, Jay, Liam and Rain.
And I’m fine.
Nothing could ever upset me; nothing could
ever make me change my ideas.
Nothing and no one.
My parents had six kids. My father decided to
take off when my little brother Danny was just two
years old. I was fifteen at the time and I remember
very well what life was like with him. He never
had a stable job. He wasn’t able to hold one down
for more than two months at a time and so we
never had enough of anything at home, whether it
was food or clothes, and not to mention other
things that aren’t strictly necessary to get along.
Six children, for Christ’s sakes, what the hell
were they thinking? Don’t misunderstand me; I
wouldn’t want to put any one of my siblings back
where they came from. I love all the members of
my family and I thank my mother every day for
what she did for us, but I’d never make that kind
of choice.
My parents got married really young because of
