Only God can judge ME

I hope that you're finished judging me. I know that I'm not the best person in the world or the smartest, but I do have plenty of common sense and street smarts. But I never use reason when it comes to thinking, I think that's my biggest mistake. I also realize that I'm not the best father in the world, but would you want your child to see you behind a glass window, not being able to hug you, and only able to talk to you with a telephone. I didn't want that for my son. In fact, even though I was never there I still wanted the best for him. I know what you're thinking, You're thinking hey that's still no excuse to never be there or never call or write him. To answer that question, I'll tell you right off the back that I'm scared. When my son was born I almost killed him. I didn't know how to hold him, so I almost dropped him on his head. But by some miracle I didn't drop him. So, Thank you God...

Finally getting paroled

I got word the other day that I might be getting out. I was originally supposed to be released on the day I turned twenty-one but by a stroke of goodluck. I can be released, under the condition that I continue to go to school and stay with my alleged other family...

My other family

My other family, I first heard about them from my mother. At first I thought that she was just hallucinating from all the acid she took that day. But later she received a phone call from my Uncle Martin, Who happens to be my mother's brother. And that was the time I found out that I had other relatives. Which is crazy cause my mother said that she was adopted and had no family. But at a later date she changed her story and said her and her baby brother had been abandoned. On the day I turned five she ALSO said that her parents were tragically killed in a car accident, when she was about fourteen years old and pregnant with her first child, who happened to be my oldest brother. The only part of that story that I believe is the part about her being pregnant. But in time I learned to ignore my mother whenever she brought up her past. The only people I think that I can believe would be all of my older siblings, Since they were here before me and were able to see us all come into this world...

Basically

Basically what I was saying above was this. My lawyer was able to find the relatives that I was talking about. Like I was saying, I thought that my alleged relatives were a complete Myth. Until I was showed living proof that they were really kin to my siblings and me. The first thing that they did to my other family was take blood samples to see if we really were related. Well I'll be the first to tell you, that waiting forty-eight hours, was the longest or at least it felt that way, wait of my life. I was truly hoping that those people weren't my family, so that I could go on with my life and I was also thinking, what would happen to me if the test proves that they were related to me. And I felt the same way I did when I took a paternity test to see if Bruce-Leroy was truly my son. And for the first time since I was fourteen years old I was actually SCARED...

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Hey once again it's me NoDogg, here to bring you yet another stank ass chapter, But this time with a cliffhanger! But to me it's whatever you know?

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