Lost Tia

I was raised on the the streets, not because life dealt me an unfair hand but just simply because my parents were scum so by laws of inheritance I became scum.
No worse than a hobo, homeless and cold for as long as I could speak this life of no magnitude or direction was all I knew. More psychopathic than a pathological liar, I steal, beat and stab to survive but do you blame me? The streets raised me and only the quickest survive.

All of a sudden the police busted a hiding joint that I lived in, some lost teenagers were there too but they didn't matter. I couldn't outrun the self righteous Popes, I got caught but that wasn't the interesting part. Immediately they flashed the fucking bright light on my face, their expressions changed so did their unnecessarily rough hold on me.
The balding officer got into my face and asked in a loud nasal voice;
"Are you Tiara Jacobbs?"
Tia- who?

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