This may start a little boring, but just bear with me. It'll get interesting eventually. I just have to have a way to explain why I'm such a...dumbass? Yeah, I'd say that's a good way to say it.
It all started in 7th, or 8th grade. I would just say middle school, but we didn't have one of those. I went to a small school called Clay City Jr/Sr High (Go Eels!). I've been going to Clay City schools (went to pre, elementary, and high there) for my entire life, and besides our principal, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who takes pride in it.
But anyways, back to the story. Around 7th, or 8th grade I met a kid that we'll call "Derek". Derek was kind of a "troubled" kid. He was in and out of mental institutions for suicide attempts, and trying to run away. I lost track of him, and our friendship died off when he went to juevy. His cousin accused him of rape (I personally believe he is innocent).
Derek got me started into the whole rap thing. He started writing songs in elementary before I even knew who he was. He showed me a few Eminem songs, even though I told him I wasn't into rap. Instantly I fell in love with the "Rap God", and he's still one of my favorite and biggest inspirations to this day.
Derek taught me a lot about life, and how to write music. He opened up a lifestyle that I probably would have never known without him. Before him, I couldn't see why people do "bad" things. I judged people for what they did, not who they actually were. He changed the way I looked at "troubled" people.
That lead to me becoming a troubled kid myself. I see no wrong in it either. I don't believe troubled people are actually troubled. They just get it how they live it, whether you like it or not. I also don't believe in a wrong, or a right.
That would bring us to the name of this chapter. Corruption. It's up to you to decide if I'm corrupted or not, but maybe I'm just open, and the term "corruption" should be used to define narrow-minded fucks who just don't understand us "trouble" people.
Well, anyways; that's all for this chapter. Maybe you learned something, maybe you didn't. Welcome to my life. Just sit down, shut up, and enjoy (hopefully) the rest of the damn book.
