Tried to drug an R-word and innocent girl at a party. No, not while I'm here. Here's what happened.

There's some backstory here. I used to steal from stores and family, swear and throw things around to people walking down the street,

and smoke from the age of 12 and didn't care about anyone but my friends.

They were my real family or so I thought, and the group of all five of us would cause trouble every single day.

My parents though in my later years have told me that they should have been more effective in their discipline.

Really weren't to blame. I was just a mixed up kid. I used to think that doing all this stuff made me cool.

I can't really describe how superior I felt when I made a grown adult afraid of me.

It made me feel powerful and power was something I craved when I was younger.

I could go on and on about my sands but the fact is I was messed up in the head.

I've made a man's where I can to who I could, but you're not here for this. You're here for the revenge.

Long story short, when I was 16 years old, my parents finally had enough.

And despite all my tantrums and screaming and even some physical situations against my dad,

they decided to put me in a school for troubled youth.

I call it a school, but what it really was was a military institution that taught discipline

in the most brutally effective ways while throwing in some literacy and numeracy classes along the way.

Without going too much into detail, I'll say that this school changed me.

While aggressive, violent, cocky, and totally off the hinges,

when I was first dumped at their doorstep, the man who ran this camp broke me down.

I was there for just over a year.

No phone calls, no visits from home, no access to the outside world.

For one year, I had this camp and these counselors.

These real life hardest nails men teach me just how much of a jerk I really was.

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