Where did my life go wrong? I want to know what date/where/what time did it all go down the crapper?
I think it was back in 1973, yes the summer. When I got involved with Donna P. The drug addict/slut. She being Slut# 2! In my neighborhood, all the good people moved out. I wished my family would have done that. The house where I grew up, sucked. It was too small. My bedroom was too small. My mother lived in her own world.
But,as long as her 2 boys(my younger brothers)got everything they wanted. She was happy. I was born into the wrong family. I knew it at birth. When Kevin came along, my world stopped.
Both brothers are evil in their own way. Both are cowards,both call 911 too much.
