My name is Rashad, and I'm a juvenile delinquent. I cant help the way I am, I just grew up this way. I was raised up on the westside of Tuscaloosa. It was hard growing up as a child. It was just my mom and I. We didn't have a lot of money and food was always scarce, so I had to help provide for the both of us. I was 17 at the time and I didn't believe in getting a real job. I didn't want to work for no white man, so I was out robbing people. I felt like it was okay sense I was doing it for a good reason. In my mind everything was ALLL good. That's one mistake that haunted me later on. I was bringing money in the house. I knew my mom was wondering where I was getting all the money from but she didn't ask any questions. As long as the bills were getting paid, food was on the table, and clothes were on our backs it was just fine.
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A Life Of Mistakes
RandomA 17-year old boy named Rashad lives a life full of mistakes. He's out doing the wrong things, just living his young life on the wrong path. But one day he's persuaded to find a girl just right for him. Someone to keep him focused, and out of troubl...
