Dear Diary,
I don't have a home no more. Something about my Ma and Pop. They were fighting and started getting really physical. Punching;kicking; I even heard that she got a kitchen knife to defend herself. She's got my mindset at least.
Fuzz couldn't find me since I was crashing at the tenements. I'm on my own. Y'know, I never used to think that something like this'd bother me, but...I just got her back, and now she's gone. Kind of makes you think, huh? It hurts. It hurts to think about shitty stuff like this, but sometimes you just gotta think about it. It's not just going away. You can shut out the truth, but it's still there. I learned that today. Just hope no one has to go through the same junk I went through.
I've been crashing over at the tenements more. It's kind of like my new home. I'm not alone either; sometimes Johnny sleeps in his room when he's pissed at Lola and it's basically Peanut's home too. More of our home, we've all lived here one time or another.
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Diary of a Greaser- Vance Medici
FanfictionMy name's Vance, and my life is pretty crappy. I thought it'd change for the better after I met the one I thought was dead, but it just got worse. (Warning: Mentions of physical abuse, alcoholism and bad language) (Cover by bullworthstranger on tumb...
