My family is from Purto Rico. My mother moved up from there when I was born to escape the shame of having an illegitimate child. She remarried up here and we were happy. We had money and all, but six kids later and her second husband leaving her and some where along there I dropped out of middle school, or more realistically stopped showing up unless My siblings made me. I formally dropped out in freshman year. For some reason being quiet even when your not there makes people think that you are there and just have a learning disability or won't do your homework. Inner city schools suck.

Anyway, after a while I just stopped going and my mother just yelled at me. Then she kicked me out. I started hanging around areas more. My Tia Isi thought I was going to hell in a hand basket. I thought I was going no where. It didn't matter to me. I wasn't important and I was just another Hispanic boy in Brooklyn. No one cares no one needed me.

Then I started dealing, not like a lot of people deal because of need for cash, but I wanted to do something. School wasn't for me and I hated standing around corners having people glare at me for no reason. The money seemed okay and all so I did it.

It wasn't so bad and I wasn't like some big player. I would just sell people it and then they would act all buddy buddy with me for a few seconds.

It was kinda interesting watching the people, rich business men coming around every evening to try and buy me out. I found it hilarious that these people did this in front of their kids probably, or other people. All those stupid stereotypes were so wrong. Collage students bought it, mom's bought it, teens bought it, grand parents bought it. No group wasn't visting me. Blacks, whites, Hispanics, Asians, Indians. Every one.

But I wasn't the best at it and I got caught. I felt horrible. Not that I had done it but that my siblings knew about it. I love my kid brothers and sisters, don't get me wrong, I didn't do anything to them. Never hit or yelled at them, They were always so important to me. My mother the bitch brought them to my court hearing. I mean why the fuck did she do that? So my family could see me in hand cuffs and my Tia could say "I knew it"

She told Dante that I was a drug addict. I like smoke three joints the whole time. I am not some immoral asshole who rapes young woman. I hadn't even had sex at that time. I didn't drink I went to church. I just happened to sell weed. Not even a big bad Drug. Weed. I mean I wasn't dealing Heroin or any shit. I wasn't even doing heroin. Stupid adults.

Dante started crying when they sent me to detox and then Vins. He visits me with the other kids and I feel like shit for having him visit me here but honestly it isn't so bad. I met Magic here. Only other Hispanic and I get with her. How typical. I'm not stupid I know she isn't always faithful but believe me its better for me now then it was on the streets. Even if the food is crap I like it better then and empty stomach.