Unlike most people, I dont have a sweet home, since I have to say my father is not very good.

Half the time he was gone. The other half he would drink all night and tell me I am worthless, that I would never amount to anything. I think he resented me for being young. Bitter became he had wasted his youth doing nothing and had gotten nowhere in his life. Well... that is my take on it. Who knows what was going on in his mind. I had no choice but to move in with my grandparents.

If there is one good thing about my past, it is that it made me strong.