I Didn’t Become A Criminal

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First things first my peeps! Today is Saturday July 21, 2018 and it marks my 33rd sober day and as always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT! I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

On a criminal mind note! For those of you who might know me, I’m a forty-eight year old Afro-Dominican man. I grew up in New York City with my mother and six older sisters. My father left the family when I was around twelve years old, so for most of my life, I didn’t have a father. The thing about me is, that even if I went through my rebellious teen years and did some crazy shits, I didn’t become a criminal. My family was poor and had the electricity disconnected many times, but I didn’t become a criminal. I grew up in one of the worst neighborhoods in New York City at the time, but I didn’t become a criminal. I dropped out of high school at around the age of fifteen, but I didn’t become a criminal. My point? I could have used a lot of excuses and life tragedies, to justify a criminal life, but I didn’t. Absolutely nobody and I mean nobody, had to tell me that committing crimes was not only illegal, but wrong. My thing is, why do so many so-called “MEN” become criminals? Why do they have to blame others and society for their fuck ups?

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!