It Begins

Why am I the bad child, it's not my fault. A lot of people say that's it's the type of environment that you grow up in that determines the type of person that you'll be when you grow-up, but I don't believe in that, that's bullshit. I can't even say that "I" Believe in anything anymore. Belief is for those who Believes there hope...but like I said, I stopped believing and having hope, Two very, very dirty words. You wont survive in a world like the one I live if you believe in the word "Hope", If you want to live long you have to be the Cat in a game of Cat and Mouse ...

Look at me going on and on and on, without even introducing myself my name is Giovanni G. Johansen. To tell you the truth I don't know why my mom would name me that name. I would figure that she would name me something like Jimmy or Carols, but I like Giovanni cause its different it fits perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece. Like I was saying, I'm going back to school on you for a minute since I already introduced myself I'll tell you some more about myself. I have six siblings in all; I make the seventh one. We never really had a home we always lived in abandoned or condemned houses and buildings or Crack Houses. If you haven't guessed by now that my mother is a junkie, then that's just fine and dandy. I don't think I'll ever know who I truly am cause like most of my brothers and sisters; No scratch that like all of my brothers and sisters we don't know who our fathers are, but I don't care, but I can safely say that when I was younger I did care, but not any longer...

I've always wondered...

I always wondered what type of life I had, if my life is like a fairy tale or a soap opera. Well I already know that my life is far from being a fairy tale. I don't believe in that, that's for kids who believe in false hope, me I'm real and I keep it real, and if you believe in wizards and nymphs and other crazy shit like that, you're real fake. I know, my life IS a soap opera, it has all the drama and suspense you'll ever need, and romance, but what romance all I ever do is tell a lie and sell a dream to a girl who has her eye on me and BOOM, look where it gets me...

My Mistake

Like I was saying, it got me a little kid, a son in fact. His name is junior or that's what I call him, hell I don't know much about him except he's mine. I made sure of that cause I wasn't taking care a child that wasn't mine. Well I don't feel bad now cause I still don't take care of him but one good thing is that he knows who I am, but what use is that when I don't even spend time with him. It took me about two years to find out that is his name is actually Bruce-Leroy Baldwin. Now that I look back on that... I figure that he's not a mistake but my son...

My Present

This is my present. I'm a sixteen-year-old father, and I'm behind bars. I've been in Juvenile Hall since I was thirteen years old, for reasons that will remain hidden to you until I think that I can trust you. Because, Trust goes a long way with me. Maybe during that time you can judge me anyway that you like...

Well I hope everybody enjoys my stank ass chapter and calm down when I misspell my words it is meant to be a joke. I guess the real story will actually start in the next chapter.

So Be Easy Pimpin

NoDogg063