he sold it for awhile, cuz it was the only way he knew how to make money (he hated the fact that my dad smoked it, but he would sell it to him, but make him pay twice as much for it, in an attempt to deter him from it, or wear out his money quickly so he would have it half as much) my brother despised crack heads... i never understood his logic... i mean he hated this shit so much, that once someone handed him a pipe with a cap on it and told him it was weed (a known 13 year old crack head, atleast know it's known he's a crack head) my brother started hitting it, noticed it tasted extremely funny and took off the cap, saw it was crack, and decked the mother fucker as hard as he could... and my brother was powerful as hell.... he always told me he hates it, but yet he would supply it.. i tried telling him there are other ways to make money, but this was so quick and easy, he didn't care...
slipknotpsycho Reviewed by slipknotpsycho on . ok i gotta get this off my chest... don't get me wrong, what i just did hurt me... but i can't ever forgive him.... ok some history... my dad was never there for me NEVER for about the first 14 years of my life, i saw him all of 2-3 times, maybe talked to him on the phone once or twice... then at about 15-16 he tried to come back in my life, nearly forced his way in... i'm crying at this point, to where my clothes are getting soaked.... but i have to get this out... anyways after a few months i went to juvi, got out when i Rating: 5