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Not the first.. I sure as fuck won’t be the last. ATL. Holy shit who would have thought I’d end up here. I don’t remember too much of my past really, I know my parents moved us to New York when mother was pregnant. Personally I think America is shit, wish I was still back home with my grandparents. I think mother would have left me if I wasn’t attached to her. Bitch. I remember the orphanage, which was some of the best and worst times of my life. Lets see.. let me break it down in order of events for you. Got friends.. got fucked.. got pissed.. got out. Ya, that about sums it up.

Shit can be tough when you’re young, forced out on the streets. It tries to keep you down you know? You have to push back, kick the bastard in the face then take what you can. If you’re not a lion then you are the lamb.. I’m no fucking lamb. If ever asked.. “Would I change the past?” No, hell no.. it’s all cause and effect. I could have grown up to be some whiny tart. Besides I like the thrill, only thing that really gets my rocks off. I try not to talk about the past too much; don’t want it to sound like I’m looking for sympathy. So I was raped a shit load, got my ass kicked.. Childhood was a sack of shit. Oh well shit happens.. Move on or piss off.

I was lucky I think, never ended up in jail, that’s pretty good considering all the shit I’ve done. Boosting cars was fun, almost got caught once… got t-bone. The look on the guys face was classic. “Hey are you ok?” “Fuck off asshole.” Hit him with the bat I had in the passenger and took off. I certainly got fucked up that night, nose was broken.. got a scar near my eye to this day. Haven’t touched a car since, not that I’m scared cause I’m not. Just kinda took that as a sign to back the hell off. That was around the time I was running for some hard ass boys. They called their little riff raff a gang but come on.. they were small time. I was ok with that, less heat.

I wasn’t as hard when I first met them, thought they would run a train on me that was pretty much the last straw. They were pretty respectful after that night.. now I’m not a strong bitch but an aluminum baseball bat can teach someone a whole lot in just a short while. Can’t say I didn’t get my ass kicked for it later. No one touched me after that. Always liked taggin let me put my mark on the world you know? Plus it was always a way for me to catalog memories like some fucked up photo album.

God damnit.. we got busted I mean hardcore busted. Now this shit always happens when people think they can roll with the big dogs. Someone snitched, prolly to gain favor well the fucking pigs came and they weren’t gentle. I’ve always been a fast runner so I got the fuck out ..this time. Oh and for the record, getting stabbed or shot sucks. A couple of us got away, some split in other directions I chose to go with a “friend” to the ATL. Ended up having to hitch my way there though… he didn’t like the fact I wouldn’t fuck him. Even though he was kinda cute it’s hard to be all touchy feelyl when every other time you’ve had sex has been rough and forced.. maybe that’s why violence gets me all fired up?

Atlanta, this place is ripe pickings. You just need to know which streets to stay the fuck off at certain hours. If I didn’t know my way around the streets, how to put yourself out there I’d prolly be someone’s bitch or worse. I kicked around the bar scene, put myself out like a fish. It was easy to take someone for a ride. For some stupid reason just because you put out.. they think they can trust you. Drop something in their drink and you get the run of the house. Gotta be careful though, can’t always go to the same places after that. No that they’d recognize me.. that’s the only time I dress like a woman...

I’m getting rusty, I tried to pick this one suits wallet. I totally got caught. He didn’t give me a rash of shit though, it was odd. A little time went by and who do I run into at a bar? The suit is sittin right there like he was waiting for me. We talked, if you could call it that. He was talking some strange ass shit bout death. He took me home.. I got a good look at his place. Fucking fort knox. What happened next I will never forget, a mix of pleasure and darkness.. now I’m cold. A fucking Vampire. I kinda flipped out internally the first night, the nightmares didn't help. I think I'll be ok now, long as I don't fuck up.. the room for error with these monsters is slim to none. I guess only time will tell.