i ran away from home from when i was 10 till i was 11, about 15 months. i took the BART (san francisco area Subway) and rode it to Oakland, then i walked to berkley, lived on telegraph with some bums for about 2 months, thats when i first started smoking, then i went to San Francisco, and i slept in the PanHandle of the Golden Gate park. slept in the Embarcadaro Square. then i met this guy and his wife at a Resturaunt and they bought me ALOT of food, and they said they where just doing a little Recon, and that they own theyre own Resturaunt about 2 blocks away in Fillmore (worst ghetto of SF). they brought me back to their resturaunt, gave me a shitload of food (again), a Phuton, and a Black and white T.v. and a room on top of the resturant. i could tell they where Total crystal meth tweekers. they gave me a shit load of food, and pot, if i did "chores" in the resturaunt. then one day, the cops came and raided the resturaunt, and found a Meth lab in the room next to me (the couple always told me not to go in there i would be back on the street again, so i didnt) then the cops asked me if i was their kid, and i said "yeah" and then i was instantly sent to Alameda (a few citys over) and got tested for Meth by the Child protective service, and i cleared, luckily they didnt tes for pot, (i think). and then as they where getting Ready to put me into a Group home, they found out who i really was, and the only reason no one had noticed i was "the missing kid" before that, was because i had lost ALOT of weight when i was on the run. so yeah, my parents picked me up, and never fucked with me again. they learned to be very leanient with me, but they felt the need to take me to the Shrink all the time and pump me full of meds, but now im 14 and im off the meds, and living in WORSE conditions than i was living in on top of the resturaunt. my fuckin parents need to wise up and let me emansipate, i could be WAY better off somewhere else.
Cooler Then Jesus Reviewed by Cooler Then Jesus on . Has anyone ever ran away from home? When I was growing up. My dad was strict as hell. He was a heavy drinker for many years and then he stopped cold turkey, so his nerves were shot and it made him real grouchy and angry. Do something wrong with my Dad and you knew your were in trouble. Like get caught skipping school or going somewhere you were told not to go or blowin up shit, settin things on fire, wrecking cars,fighting and as the name of the thread says, running away from home. You'd get your ASS whipped with a belt. Hard as Rating: 5