living a poor life (david hood pov)

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so it wasn't usually that I had to worry about my former family, but I left some drugs at our former house. I knew Calum was probably getting crap for it, and being a 52 year old man, I probably should have more responsibility. But I didn't want attention or get dragged to jail, especially now because of all of the attention Calum was getting. 

I wished that as a kid, I got to do more things like my son. I let him roam freely even when Joy didn't want me to. When my parents caught me jacking off, they would freak and teach me not to. But I've walked in on Calum doing naughty things, and not by himself, I walked away silently and let the boy live his life. 

It made me kind of angry, because when Calum got famous, no attention was turned toward me. I decided to leave the family because Joy was being very distant. I hadn't gotten a divorce, since I was too poor for that. I was also sick of the crappy vegan spaghetti and baby carrots Joy served every night because we pretended to love her dish.

At the same time, I didn't want to leave, since I had no fianancial support. I dressed poorly and was sometimes a janitor, and sometimes a substitute teacher. While i was substituting for band, two talented girls picked up the bass and wrote on the chalkboard about their love for my son, I was insanely proud. 

Joy and Mali were still poor, since Calum only made money from time to time, but I disowned them anyway. Joy didn't get far in Hell's Kitchen, and Mali was eliminated from The Voice. Everyday, at the start of a week I would buy $5 worth of McDonalds to last my hunger for a week. Some girl paid me $8 today when I sold her my leather jacket and told me I was chill. We'll see where this goes.

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