My father died when I was seven...in a deer hunting accident. At such a young age I did not know what to do, or who to be. I was a lost young man. I became angry and this led me to the streets. I did not have any brothers or other male figures in my home at the time. I sought...
They were good years. It may not seem so but they were. All the drinking and smoking may not have been right but ut felt right then. Fellowship with these people made it feel right. They loved me and helped me when i needed it, whether good or bad. At fourteen years old I wanted...