Little fragments of memories flashing back into my brain. The sprawl. The darkness. Hunger.
I grew up in the frakkin shadows. Raised by an alcohol addicted mother, and a couple possible fathers, which where allways in the end not really my genetical father. In those times there wasnt much to do besides sniffling around the local junkyard for usefull stuffs and collecting beercans for recycling on the streets.
Makin' a livin' as a six year old ain't easy when you have to give like most of what…
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Posted on April 30, 2009 at 7:09am —