Somewhere Beyond...

Where Do I Begin?

My life sucks, there's no other possible way I could put it any simpler. From the moment I was born I was doomed. I have had more happen to me in the short twenty years I have walked this earth then I would like to admit. Like any other human that inhabits this planet I've had my share of ups and downs in life, it just happens that the ups are rarer then seeing a Unicorn walk across the fucking street and the downs pop up more them my cousin's face does in the 'JailBird' after a night of parting. The short version? I'm simply unlucky.
I guess you could say this all started when my whore of a mother decided to let my father park his car in her garage...if you catch my drift. Nine months later behold, I shot out. I guess that's what happens when you're a shitty striper and the only guy you haven't slept with in town just happens to be the recently paroled bouncer. Not my idea of a good time, but that's beside the point. What I'm getting at is my parents should of never been aloud to be parents. They made that apparent when they had my younger sister. Fast forward a couple years, I now being the ripe age of four and my sister three, have pretty much seen it all. From the random drunken strangers in our house to riding along to a drug pick up to having the Devil's lettuce stashed on our person every time we would get pulled over. It all soon ended when the neighbor called in a small fire coming from our house. I guess that's what happens when you cook and are higher then a kite. Next thing I know my sister and I are being loaded into the back of a car, never to see that house again.
  Fast forward a couple more years. After months of jumping from foster home to foster home and dealing with families who are just in it to get our monthly check, we finally get homed to a seemingly nice family, end up getting the fuck out of the system, and finally get to get on with our lives and live happily ever after...or at least that's what I thought...I've been wrong before.