I grew up in a broken home my father left my mother when I was twelve said he ain't want anything to do with us and if we came anywhere near him he'd shoot us, Lovin eh?

Years pass an my mother ain't the type ya call caring she worked late and most nights she didn't come home.

I turned to friends parents for attention I grew to crave,  but growing up like I did made me get in to the wrong crowd the type that would shoot ya if ya looked at them funny.

They took me in to there group as they called it there boss would give us jobs, it was a good place they provide food and money. Just for simple tasks I eventually ran away and they provided a roof over my head, haven't been home since.

It's different now I'm older now after the age of 18 the jobs got harder I'd have to settle disagreements my boss has with his clients it can end good or badly, badly is when they get away and I have to-.... well let's not discuss that shall we.

My group consists of a few familia faces, G, Horror, swap fell, Classic,ganz. And a few others G and swap fell is who I often do my jobs with.

I didn't want this life when I was younger I wanted to be a police officer as you can tell that wasn't really the case huh?

That dream died long ago.