Flawed Excellence (Short Story)
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Ongoing6m
Last published Thu, Oct 19, 2017
This is a short story/memoir I made for one of my classes at school. It's a project about something or someone who shaped my life. I decided to write about my mom because 1) I don't know much about my dad since I never met him and 2) this story really made me who I am. This is the story about how my mom changed my life.
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My whole 17 years I never knew my birth father. My mother always said he was a piece of shit. At night I hear her drinking and using. She never was a good mother to me. always beating on me. I am Tate Trager. I ride a 69 red Dyna and work at a club. My mother told the own to out me to use since I have a good body. he felt bad for me so he gave me a job as a bartender at the Jollybean. the girls treat me like family. They let me crash at their places when I don't want to go home.
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