My life revolved around: pain, drugs and lies. Then there's my drug addicted mother and a no show father. Most girls had a kingdom of rainbows and unicorns. My kingdom had heroin needles and meth pipes. I was 15 years old when I saw my first shooting. I was 10 when I had my first taste of alcohol. I live in the ghetto. "The Hood" the tough side of town. It's home. If I can survive that kind of life I can get through anything. If you're looking for a sweet tale of love and kisses this isn't the story for you. Sorry.All Rights Reserved