are any of you people from the streets

Yeah - the one in England.

Cheshire is full of gangsters you know ;-)

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Originally Posted by 3 Sheets To The Wind

That confused, yet intrigued me :p

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sounds like hes either a prison guard growing weed, or just got out of jail and growing weed har har har

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Originally Posted by Nochowderforyou

I never had it bad really, not until I hit high school. For some reason I think I had an invisable (to me) "kick my ass" sign on me.

I got high school, lets see, I was beat on and called names everyday. I once got hit in the head with a hammer, on purpose, so I slammed a 2 x 4 against his face, and I got suspended. Then, I got locked in the washroom for a good 4hrs.

I used a washroom in the welding/mechanics section because I couldn't even take a piss without getting a bloody nose. So I was in the shit stall, a teacher came in, left, locked the door solid behind him, and there I was. I ended up smashing a window to get out. Cut my arm in the process, and the stupid pricipal thinks I was trying to kill myself and there was something wrong with me. I said this entire city is fucked and you'd be lucky if I made it out of here today without killing someone. :D

People saying how useless, fat and retarded you are everyday, from complete strangers, kind of gets to a person after time and you start to believe it.

Then after 2 semester there, I dropped out of school because suicide was knocking on my door at least 3 times a day.

BUT, my folks did kick me out because I had a bad drinking habit then and I stole to feed my habit. It was in Feb., about -30degC outside, and all I had on was a sweater. All the homeless shelters were full, so I went to the hospital. They basically told me I couldn't stay there, not even in the waiting room, and kicked me out the door. No one helped me that night and I got a cold, grim of reality.

I ended up going home, getting punished for my actions. Like loss of trust, big time. I continued stealing from everyone to feed my booze habit until I quit well over a year ago now. :) I'm off the drink, no longer steal, and during the last 2yrs, I have built a relationship again with my folks. I apologized to them, and I finally felt so bad about everything, I completly broke down.

But anyways...that's just the tip of the iceberg and I have never told anyone my story about what happened in the bathroom. So enough already! Get out of my business you snoops!! ;) J/K

Peace.

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Wow dude, thanks for sharing. :thumbsup: It must feel amazing to have achieved what you've achieved to get through that situation. Good for you man.

Well, i'm not from the streets. I'm the son of a bond broker, growing up as i a kid I was spoiled. We're not wealthy anymore though, just middle class, IF that. When i lived in Ocean City New Jersey for 2 years when i was 14, that's the only time i've felt i was part of a community, people who really knew eachother.

I will tell you my life story...this is a post..because the next post is going to be long.

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Originally Posted by STDzRus

I will tell you my life story...this is a post..because the next post is going to be long.

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Get to it, woo :D

It all started when I was 5, I got suspended from Kindergarden. My sister was hanging around with a lot of thug people, at the age of seven our house was overrrun. I was taking my fundraisers and going around in a car full of 3 or 4 people selling hundreds of dollars worth of shit, so they could go buy weed or coke or whatever. I was hiding these gangbangers in my basement, and taking their weed and hiding it in the vents. I called the cops a few times, when it got out of control.

One time, it was when I was 8, I was sitting in my room with my brother, while my sister had a bunch of her friends over. They started to STEAL everything from our Christmas, the first year my mom had over 1,000 dollars to spend on us. I tried to get out of the door, and I got burnt with a spoon on my face. You can probably guess why the spoon was hott. I spent the rest of the night walking the streets until the cops picked me up, and DCFS was called.

Then, a few months later, they foudn out who it was, and they arrested them . They got released the next day, and we moved out into a trailer park after that, the next day our house was in flames. I didn't know at the time, but my mom recently told me that they had threatened to kill her and burn the house down. Good thing we got out because they weren't joking.

We then lived in the trailer park, nothing special there.

Then I moved in with my dad a year later, because my mom couldn't have all five of her childrren living in a two bedroom trailer..seven people in a trailer is not good.

I then moved in with my dad, along with my brother, my sister moved in with her friend.

Now came the most traumatic time of my life.
This is the time I hate the most, my dad beating my brutally with his fists, along with his girlfriend, and the nights he wasn't there my brother was molesting me, doing dirty things like sucking me off, making me jack him off, and penetrating my ass. Sucks, but it's true, and I hate him.

Then he had his friend come over one night, they pissed all over my bed, and then I had to sleep in his room. I woke up with a gag around my mouth and him and his friend taking their turn with me :(

He told me to never tell anybody, so I still haven't aside from people online. I don't know if anybody would believe me now.

So anyways, my dad didn't want me living with him, so I moved back in with my mom, and then things were fine. Then I moved to Arizona at the age of nine started smoking weed, and the gang banging side of me came out.

I shot my first gun at the age of 10, and started doing petty shit like Tagging and vandalizing peoples shit, I used to ride around with my cousins in stolen cars and smoke weed all the time, but surprisingly, I never missed school.

Then the time came. where I was getting bullied at school. This big black guy that hated my cousin and me used to make me get on the ground and do pushups and make my nose touch the ground, with his foot on my back.

My cousin told me enough was enough, and it was time to deal with it. So I got a gun, and this is where my law troubles came into play...

I gotta go eat..but I'll tell you all the rest if you want when I get back.

i was forced to homlessness for like half a year b4 but now everything is ok it is very unfortunate how things happen i knew alot of ppl tht had it hard and ended up on the streets and when i finaly got my place if i see sum of my old friends i always let them come in for tea or sumthing. the reason i ended on the streets was due to me having a very bad heroin habbit for like 3 years it realy screwed me up and i just spent all of my money on it but luckily i was offered a place in a rehab centre and it realy helped i ended up getting a small bedsit and now have a 3 bedroomed house with my wife and my little kiddie. but i still smoke ganj and ocasionaly take a pill here and there on special ocasions.

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Now came the most traumatic time of my life.
This is the time I hate the most, my dad beating my brutally with his fists, along with his girlfriend, and the nights he wasn't there my brother was molesting me, doing dirty things like sucking me off, making me jack him off, and penetrating my ass. Sucks, but it's true, and I hate him.

Then he had his friend come over one night, they pissed all over my bed, and then I had to sleep in his room. I woke up with a gag around my mouth and him and his friend taking their turn with me :(

He told me to never tell anybody, so I still haven't aside from people online. I don't know if anybody would believe me now.

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Dude, that's horrible. Im so sorry, really, that sounds... well horrible :( I think you should tell your mother about it. Tell someone about it, someone you know in you direct life. You need to talk about it to someone you know, or atleast you should IMO

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Originally Posted by STDzRus

It all started when I was 5, I got suspended from Kindergarden. My sister was hanging around with a lot of thug people, at the age of seven our house was overrrun. I was taking my fundraisers and going around in a car full of 3 or 4 people selling hundreds of dollars worth of shit, so they could go buy weed or coke or whatever. I was hiding these gangbangers in my basement, and taking their weed and hiding it in the vents. I called the cops a few times, when it got out of control.

One time, it was when I was 8, I was sitting in my room with my brother, while my sister had a bunch of her friends over. They started to STEAL everything from our Christmas, the first year my mom had over 1,000 dollars to spend on us. I tried to get out of the door, and I got burnt with a spoon on my face. You can probably guess why the spoon was hott. I spent the rest of the night walking the streets until the cops picked me up, and DCFS was called.

Then, a few months later, they foudn out who it was, and they arrested them . They got released the next day, and we moved out into a trailer park after that, the next day our house was in flames. I didn't know at the time, but my mom recently told me that they had threatened to kill her and burn the house down. Good thing we got out because they weren't joking.

We then lived in the trailer park, nothing special there.

Then I moved in with my dad a year later, because my mom couldn't have all five of her childrren living in a two bedroom trailer..seven people in a trailer is not good.

I then moved in with my dad, along with my brother, my sister moved in with her friend.

Now came the most traumatic time of my life.
This is the time I hate the most, my dad beating my brutally with his fists, along with his girlfriend, and the nights he wasn't there my brother was molesting me, doing dirty things like sucking me off, making me jack him off, and penetrating my ass. Sucks, but it's true, and I hate him.

Then he had his friend come over one night, they pissed all over my bed, and then I had to sleep in his room. I woke up with a gag around my mouth and him and his friend taking their turn with me :(

He told me to never tell anybody, so I still haven't aside from people online. I don't know if anybody would believe me now.

So anyways, my dad didn't want me living with him, so I moved back in with my mom, and then things were fine. Then I moved to Arizona at the age of nine started smoking weed, and the gang banging side of me came out.

I shot my first gun at the age of 10, and started doing petty shit like Tagging and vandalizing peoples shit, I used to ride around with my cousins in stolen cars and smoke weed all the time, but surprisingly, I never missed school.

Then the time came. where I was getting bullied at school. This big black guy that hated my cousin and me used to make me get on the ground and do pushups and make my nose touch the ground, with his foot on my back.

My cousin told me enough was enough, and it was time to deal with it. So I got a gun, and this is where my law troubles came into play...

I gotta go eat..but I'll tell you all the rest if you want when I get back.

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OMG mate, I don't know what to say except "OMG, I had no idea!"

That's terrible man, I really can't see this happening to you after the times I've spoken to you on msn and stuff :(

Man I feel for you, and am eager to read the rest!

damn homie i hope you aint bullshittin
but a part of me wishes you are.
i personally would have straight murdered all involved.
if you wanna ride you let me know and ill pick you up.
some unfinished biz to take care of.
thats fucked up homie