My mom more commonly known as the town Drunkard was not worthy of a child. She could never keep a job, let alone provide food for me. I say she gave up on life and became a prostitute, serving pleasure for those who payed her well. You would think she would have a small amount of money to buy some food. Yet she went to the bar and blew our money on a night's worth of beer. Although I did not want to have any part in this digracefull moneynor the morsel of food she provided with it. After a long night of drinking she would open my door slowly while I was sleeping, She would beat me with whatever she had in hand. Sometimes a broken beer bottle. She would put me in the dog box even though she killed my dog Edgar Allen. She would make me to demeaning tasks that would crush my soul. I went to school with bruises and cuts, yet no one seemed to notice the my pain.
