Hi my name is Zack and seens the age of 10 improving my self was the one thing I cared about the most. Growing up I became selfish or some would say self centred, Negative feedback from people I knew young and old became my Master's. I started believing all the bad things people were saying to me that I fouced in negative words then positive words.By the time I was age 16 high school was filled with friends who were like me negative minded, At this time my life was more about doing the things that I was constantly hearing about me how I don't listen,Am nothing like my parents,I don't know how to think,I will never success in life.My father told me my actions were like my great grand father who lived 450 years from now.The only thing I cared about was my mother,she died in a car accident while I was crying at that time I think I was 3 years old I didn't get injured but growing up my father believed I had a head injury but I was fine the Doctors said so. I Care about my mother because the only good memories I had were of her , sweet smile, smooth voice and warm touch, mother's last words I ever forget.
My father started drinking , inviting friends who couldn't realise I was a baby kissing , sexual activity, smoking , wrong language. My fathers name is Brandon,the day care centre was were I lived going home only at night some times be a bit early but most when my father had no money for beers. Fast forward to high School, Smoking ,sex, negative words and not taking a shit about what my teachers said, Its the life I had to live . I didn't see my self doing bad things, after school me and my friends liked smoking but just starting out we were shy didn't want people to know we are smoking after a while the word spread and my friends started showing they smoked but I didn't my father was gonna kill me.He enjoyed hurting me in my view,so I didn't want him to see me smoke the day the word about me and my gang got to his ears I remember that night he was slapping me hopeing I would talk but the truth is I would never.He stopped giving me money so I was broke but my friends handled it appropriately the cost was that I had to smoke publicly exposing what I worked hard to hide.
Jokes about me from my friends started making me more and more angry, anxious because I was shy and I looked very stupid.Still shy and it's been a month my friends mother died they lived by them selves or just the 2 of them with other family members visiting.My friend Mike who's mother died lived by himself but at a care of his family members giving money and clothes .Mike and I ended up being best friends I would visit him and spend about 5,6,7,8 hours depending on which day of the week it was ,Seems I was a shy smoker his home was a geat cover for me and yes my father Brandon gave me money after telling him I was smoking and crying that I was being bad but I stopped smoking.Me and Mike became brothers cause now we would even lie to our other friends about the things we did.Sex started being what we loved and Like I said I was negative minded and believed that the death of Mike's mother was the greatest thing that happened to me,I didn't even realise how the death of my mother changed my life.Me and Mike would call all types of girls to came visit and I would lie to my father talking about late studies and seens my father drank so much it was water under the bridge The fool didn't even ask why I was failing but studying with my friends he gave up on me in my view.Now with all the kinds of girls camping in and out we ran out of money to buy smoke, Mike's food supply and things changed yes the girls still came but now Mike was in a hard situation so one time he said to me "Do you have any ideas to make money?" I thought Stolen goods was the best choice fast and easy. For Mike it took a while before he said let's do it, by that time he was thinking I had meat with some of our friends and there friends,
I found out that some of my friends have been Struggling with money and their best option was theft.This was good I learned a lot and discovered how to know if people have money or not just by observing.Most of the time women were the earliest to get what u need and people younger then 15 years,an in and out mission Of course masking our face's was the number one important thing about enjoying stolen goods.After getting the money and hitting on the pussy I felt like a man, fuck Brandon and his alcohol and yes I didn't drink alcohol I tried it but I was reminded about my father so I smoked weed.My friends and Mike enjoyed alcohol more then smoking we would have a house parties once in a while and I was called light because I always had a box of matches which kinda help when the electricity had gone out.The nickname was appropriate for theft Mike's nickname was House cause the house parties were the way he was remembed.In the house a lot of things happend We shared the money ,drank, smoked,fucked and To Mike his family members started noticing things that they shouldn't and it had to stop so we changed a spot.Sure it was a shack but thing were good.