Here you will read my story and learn of my life growing up in Los Angeles California.Well were do i begin i guess ill begin here i grew up in a little neighorhood almost everyone knew each other now that i thank about it none of us were strangers i was a skinny guy always being beat up and robbed for cash i did not have me and my family my mother Rose and my father Jerry and my brother Jhon were dirt poor My father was a tall man worked at a factory making automobiles yet he made very little my mother was a stay at home mom even though we had very little you can alway count on momma to have food on the table when dinner came around me and my brother were known trouble makers around the area always getting in to trouble mostly for stealing stuff outta peoples yards but nothing to serious dad steal didin't like it he put us in the corner but it did not faze me i never had any intention to end up like dad i was always looking for easy ways to get some bread the way i see it the factory life was not the life for me it got worse one day i was outside with my brother we were outside smoking my dads ciggs yes we did take them and we did smoke em but that is not what im talking about im talking about one of the smartest most awesom person i had the Honor of meeting  Dirtylittlesekrit yes the one who made me who i am today she was right there sitting in a nice black caddilac don't ask me why but it just gave me even more determination to become successful in life but then i didn't even know the mob existed that all changed a month later when my father told me to pick up some milk from a shop down the road of course i went i ain't about to get on my fathers bad side when i got there i noticed a nice shiny automobile in the front of the shop me i found it a little bit curious we did not have those types of rides were i live but i just let it be when i walked in i noticed a couple of thugs man handling the clerk talking about how he "Forgot" to pay protection that he owed me i did not want anything to do with it but like always i got in deep the thugs got me and talked to me for a while they noticed i was skinny and noticed the rags i was wearing i guess they felt sorry for me and gave me a 100 dollar bill and told me that they were just chatting with the shop keep i was not listening i was focused on the 100 dollars in my hand i forgot all about the shopkeep i guess it was for the best soon i started getting into it even more they told me they owned a car wash up the street and told me if i wanted to get a job washing cars of course i said yes i wanted to get closer to the cars the suits and the money i was there every single day washing the automobiles there were tons of em mostly fancy caddilacs and shiny limos i washed them with pride actullay feeling like i was a part of something special then i started growing up becoming a thug they started having me rob stores and local post offices well i would like to keep going but im getting a liitle to deep thanks for reading

Claudio_Delucci

P.S the part about Mrs.Sekrit she can change it however she likes i was really into writing this and thought i should put her into it because it is important to how i grew up (:

Dude .. you really need to break that up into paragraphs.. i cant read it, i lose my place.. lol

Agreed. If you need help Claudio, there's plenty of us out here who are willing to help.