Dangerous

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damian ~
sup homie. the names Damian. Damian Rolan. my parents are out of the picture, and I am being taken care of 5 guys of serial killers. yes, yes, I know what you are going to say. "what if they kill you! oh my god are you crazy!? they're dangerous!" well...., this group of serial killers aren't your typical serial killers who go around killing willy nilly. they have to kill specific people, for specific reasons. they have been teaching me to kill/rob/steal, and I'm sorry, but it's practically the best job ever. mainly because, it's the only job I've ever had in my life. I honestly feel bad for killing and taking things that are not mine, but I mean? lol cmon I couldn't care less. I feel bad, but, they have to be put to their death for very special reasons, and these are the reasons why.

1) they are either secret drug dealers
2) they are either working for someone
3) or lastly, they are planning to do bad things to my city

oh yeah. speaking of 'my city', let me tell you more about myself. I live in San Fransisco, California. I live in a pretty nice apartment. not too crowded, nor not too quiet either. just right, if you know what I mean. I am 19 years old, and have been in this whole 'killing' situation for about 7 years. my guardians names are; josh, zach, nick, drew, and brandon. they have taken care of me ever since I was abandoned in a deserted alley. and, surprisingly, they didn't kill me. they decided to train me to be their little side kick.

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i 50/50% feel bad for killing people and just seeing their family struggle like that. but hey, its better than having a secret drug dealer or a bad guy as a husband. but also, their children are small. the ages I've seen are most likely from age one to at least age 19.

i do not go to a public nor private school. but i do go to an online school and my secret name is william huffington and i am 17 years old, says my online school account, ha. I wouldn't really label myself 'a genius' but I know how to unlock a door with a carrot stick, but I don't know the square root of 48.

now let's talk about my folks. they are absolutely the best people I could ever ask for. or, the best people I've ever had. they are jokingly funny, help me out with any problem that is bothering me, and they know the square root of 48! I couldn't honestly ask for better people other than them. yes they might seem like very dangerous people, but when you get to deeply know them and are taken care of them, then you'll know not all people are dangerous. wow I'm talking like a girl. but those are my real family. i dead love them. actually!