Friday, September 13, 2013

Writing the biography

     At 53 I've finally become an adult. I don't care about anyone in my families bullshit. What I mean is that my life is about me. I matter. Better late then never! 
     I'm finally responsible for me. Any one else is by choice. Not because they're related. I don't owe any one anything unless I decide I do. My mother especially. My brothers and sister have to handle there owe messes. I've always been there to protect them. And they only reach out to me cause they are in need. They make no effort unless they want or need something. 
     A perfect example is my half brother and sister. As soon as they got a little money and job security they cut me out of there lives. Only problem is that they dare both spineless and weak. Never having truly faced hard times as soon as things get tight they'll fold. I make special efforts to avoid my half brother. I helped him on a shoot. And because I was liked by everyone he made sure to tell everyone that I was a junkie who drive a cab to stay high. That he smokes pot all day means nothing. And of less meaning is that I'm clean. 
     I can't change the past but I am the creator of my future. And only those that are a part of the team will play in my game. To those I give my love!
    

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