I sometimes feel like Im coming out of a coma when I think about the people who have come in and out of my life. The sudden moments of happiness or the strange feelings of enjoyment. I also think to the times when I would run through fields and play GI JOE in or trailer park. Or trailer park was right behind the NICE neighborhood and i can remember the NICE neighborhood kids's parents would have FAMILY DAY for all of them. So Toby and I would go and we got thrown out. We were told that the TRAILER PARK KIDS were not allowed there. I think that was the first time I felt segregation, racism, classification and it stung me hard. i have honsetly never forgotten that at all. I remember the old dried p prune drinking bitch who looked me in my eyes and called me trailer park trash. I remember walking home with Toby and he was pissed and of course so was I. All my friend were watching and the worst of it all. They didn't even look at us that way BUT after that they even had a different look when we came by. So I went and told mother. After she took another toke from the bong she was like FUCK THEM PEOPLE LET'S GO DOWN THERE AND STRAIGHTEN THEM OUT. I was like FUCK YEAH! mom actually put the bong down to do something nice for us. When she got there she was so stoned she got to paranoid with the cop cars and turned us around and made us go home. And then I got my first look at paranoia and weakness and also no BACKBONE. This isn't to say that she shouldn't have turned us around she probably would have gotten arrested. But us it my fault she was a drug addict?
So as to the point of this story is that I always told myself I will never be that type pf person..My mother, My evil NIAVE NEIGHBORHOOD kids and most of all WEAK.
So Im not starting anytime soon.
