Brandon M.
City of Angels
Im interested in yall anonymous stories and journeys
Did anyone here have a crazy childhood and care to share their story of how they overcome and into a Model Adult?
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ThrobbingHood
Breh&Breh Associates™
Are you now?
Brandon M.
City of Angels
is this ur mediocre attempt at dap fishing?Are you now?
MajesticLion
Superstar
No.
My cousins and uncles brought me up committing crimes from a young age. I joined a gang in the 5th grade, My first felony was when I was 14 for robbery 
I moved away from my hometown was probably the thing that saved me the most. It was tough for a long time, but I learned a trade, and that really turned me around.
I probably would've been into more nerdy shyt as a kid, I don't blame anyone but myself at this point but, I often wonder how different my life could've been if I had worked harder to reach my potential.
I moved away from my hometown was probably the thing that saved me the most. It was tough for a long time, but I learned a trade, and that really turned me around.
I probably would've been into more nerdy shyt as a kid, I don't blame anyone but myself at this point but, I often wonder how different my life could've been if I had worked harder to reach my potential.
Brandon M.
City of Angels
u cant blame ya self for ur decisions u made at 10. especially under the influence of family.My cousins and uncles brought me up committing crimes from a young age. I joined a gang in the 5th grade, My first felony was when I was 14 for robbery
I moved away from my hometown was probably the thing that saved me the most. It was tough for a long time, but I learned a trade, and that really turned me around.
I probably would've been into more nerdy shyt as a kid, I don't blame anyone but myself at this point but, I often wonder how different my life could've been if I had worked harder to reach my potential.
if it was friends that would be different. did you have to go to juvie?
My biological mother had me at 14 years old. Her father was a pimp and her mother was a prostitute. I got bounced around from aunt to aunt (my grandmother died before I was born) until my pops got his shyt together.
I started a gang for protection in the first grade because I was getting harassed for being light skinned and came home with a black eye. I turned into a little monster and had to be taken out of that school after I beat a kid bloody after I followed him into the bathroom.
I saw a man die horribly before the first grade. All of these things deeply fukked me up, but I’ve learned to quiet that evil voice and not be impulsive. It took a LONG time.
Most people who meet me think I’m quiet and peaceful. Beneath the surface, I’m cold and calculating, but have no reasons to do anything negative.
I started a gang for protection in the first grade because I was getting harassed for being light skinned and came home with a black eye. I turned into a little monster and had to be taken out of that school after I beat a kid bloody after I followed him into the bathroom.
I saw a man die horribly before the first grade. All of these things deeply fukked me up, but I’ve learned to quiet that evil voice and not be impulsive. It took a LONG time.
Most people who meet me think I’m quiet and peaceful. Beneath the surface, I’m cold and calculating, but have no reasons to do anything negative.
Oh yea, most of the time I was supposed to be in high school I spent in some type of Juvie facility. I even went to juvenile prison, they called gladiator camp. I also did a thing where they would pick me up after school and drive me to a facility where I would be forced to do drug tests and dumb shyt like that. Made me memorize the lords prayer lol.
Once I got in big trouble it was impossible to get out. I got let go when I turned 18 finally.
RickyDiBiase
The Sword of Jesus of Nazareth
hiccups here and there, other than getting expelled in HS, my life is nothing to write home about
Sold cocaine at a young age, like 16-19, for a high school kid, it was a lot of money, coke, alcohol, weed hotel rooms, violence and experiences that comes with that. Probably not that normal to be in a TJ strip club at age 15 with a girl putting her tongue in my ear. Pocket full of money coming out of my pockets. You get used to that.
People got jacked, people tried to jack me, car chases, attempted robberies, had a knife pulled on me, threatened to shoot people, they threatened to kill me, pistols under the seat, flashed guns at people, there were shootings and and a few beatings. Getting arrested. Going to jail. My best friend died. Just that lifestye at that age took a toll. I remember coming back to my boys house, his Dad was never home, and drinking alcohol, pouring drinks, like I was a 40 year old man with a stressfull job,
of course there was fun, lots of blunts girls, escorts even, in hotel rooms. but all the Dear Mama stuff that comes, being kicked out, having that kind of hard relationship with your Mom, that was painful. And jail, halfway houses. I was burned out at like age 20, did years like that. Worked a job for youth offenders where we had to clean a stadium by hand every night after the baseball game. Carried like 10 bags of trash on my shoulders up and down all night. Trash all over me. like a trash sludge it ran down your legs out of the bag.
if you ever want to have an existential moment of existence, think about the trash from 40,000 people and you cleaning it up. Night after night at 20 years old. I used to fantasize about the nightclubs and rooftops I could see from the stadium. eventually I got all those things and way more, but it comes at a cost.
People got jacked, people tried to jack me, car chases, attempted robberies, had a knife pulled on me, threatened to shoot people, they threatened to kill me, pistols under the seat, flashed guns at people, there were shootings and and a few beatings. Getting arrested. Going to jail. My best friend died. Just that lifestye at that age took a toll. I remember coming back to my boys house, his Dad was never home, and drinking alcohol, pouring drinks, like I was a 40 year old man with a stressfull job,
of course there was fun, lots of blunts girls, escorts even, in hotel rooms. but all the Dear Mama stuff that comes, being kicked out, having that kind of hard relationship with your Mom, that was painful. And jail, halfway houses. I was burned out at like age 20, did years like that. Worked a job for youth offenders where we had to clean a stadium by hand every night after the baseball game. Carried like 10 bags of trash on my shoulders up and down all night. Trash all over me. like a trash sludge it ran down your legs out of the bag.
if you ever want to have an existential moment of existence, think about the trash from 40,000 people and you cleaning it up. Night after night at 20 years old. I used to fantasize about the nightclubs and rooftops I could see from the stadium. eventually I got all those things and way more, but it comes at a cost.
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