October 1985-October 1986
My little brother got hit by a car and died. That sucked. Mom spent a sleepless
two weeks tweaked out on meth. My older brother and I ended up in foster care. The
first foster home was okay. The second one allowed me to become intimately
familiar with pure evil. Evil shared a bunk bed with me. Evil taught me to
smoke and kept me hungry and made me wear the same clothes to school every day.
On Sundays, Evil’s mother would cover up my black eyes with makeup and we’d all
pile into the car to go to church.
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