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The Crap Show That Is My Life - Part 1

So first, hello, nice of you to take some time out of your busy day to delve into the life of a deviant lusty geek. Hopefully my story will keep you interested, if not well fuck off, no one has a gun to your head making you read this!

So I was born in May of 1990 in some shit hole town that I won't even mention (fuck them assholes anyway). Mom was a 19 year old run away, Dad was...well who knows, I think that was one of the people she was running away from. My first real memory is pulling on the side of my mom's skirt trying to get her attention. We were riding an Amtrak train going west somewhere and I was hungry. She finally woke up and handed me a package of crackers with peanut butter and went back to sleep. I remember the crackers were really dry and I didn't have anything to drink. I think I was around 3 or 4.

When I was 6 we moved back to Mom's home town. My father had apparently left town a few years back and hadn't been seen or heard from since. Mom went to work as a waitress and we moved into a tiny apartment about a block away. We lived there for about 2 years. I remember being happy because even though I didn't have my own room, I finally got some toys I got to keep, some dolls, a hand-me-down Barbie Play House. I started school too, they started be a year behind in kindergarten, but within a few months I was up to the same level as the first graders and I got bumped up. My time at school was probably my favorite part of the day.

Soon after we moved back to Mom's home town, she started dating an ex-boyfriend of hers. I really liked him at first, he was always very sweet to me, and he usually brought me some small treat when he came to visit. Well being back home I guess sent Mom back into all her old habits (he probably helped her along). There would be nights when I would wake up after a nightmare or wanting some water and I would go to the bedroom and try to wake her up and it was impossible, she was completely nodded out. I remember as time went by liking her boyfriend less and less. He was as sweet as always with me, more so and I think that was one of the reasons I didn't like him as much. His nice touches became less nice and more intimate. Not really sure at what point it crossed a line if it even had yet, but I knew he was not only making me uncomfortable but he was bringing the stuff that was making my Mom sicker and sicker. Right before I started second grade, they got married. My Mom was dead 6 months later.

How's that for some whack off material? I'll bet you're rock hard you sicko!
...hehe i kid!... okay that's a real kick in the emotional cunt typing it all out like like so I am going to stop here and you being the curious reader that I am sure you are will quickly move along to part 2.