I'm not a good person. I'm not evil or malicious, but I believe people ought to look

after themselves and making stupid decisions hurt is God's way of keeping us smart. I have had time to think of myself as a good

or bad guy and I guess that somewhere along the line I realized I'm not a good guy and on the heels of that one revelation came another.

I don't really care.

People in my situation tend to grow up quickly.

You think my dad cared about my math's homework when he was coaxing me through the open window of a farmer's house so I could open the door for him and his friends to rob it?

My little sister has moved on now, living with an aunt up north,

but for a long time it was on me, a kid myself, to keep her fed. It's weird.

There'd be kids talking smack about me because my hair was too long, or I was rude to a girl

who liked me, or I tackled someone a little too hard in football.

And the whole time I'd be wondering if I'd go home and find my dad lying half dead in the tub

again like he was the night before.

Over time I started getting the kick out of pulling one over on the kids in my school.

You buy drugs off me that didn't do Jack?

Not my problem.

You take up my offer of cheap car repair and find out six months later it's been chopped up senseless

and half the parts replaced with knockoffs?

Not my problem.

You give me your phone to jailbreak and it comes back with a key logger.

Trust me to buy tickets to find I flogged them on eBay.

Break about your dad's shiny new cigar collection only to find it missing the next day.

None of it was my fault. find it missing the next day?

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