In light of the recent police shootings and protests throughout our country, I am forced to recall a time of my life where I was a completely different person than I am today. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd at the age of 15 and my life as an alcoholic, drug addict and criminal began there as well. I remember having a chip on my shoulder for growing up without parents and I thought the world owed me something for it.
Both of my parents chose a life of drugs, alcohol and crime way before I was born. My father would go to prison before I was born and I would never meet him. My mother has been in and out of prison herself and has been a drug addict my entire life. I never quite understood that I was in control of my life and that if I…
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The Revolution is Us 