The School of Hard Knocks
3 years ago
I grew up in a relatively stable home, in a poor sub-urb of Los Angeles. My father was/is a workaholic and I seldom saw him. That combined with my mother joining a cult (Jehovah’s Witnesse’s practically) made for a very alienating and lonely upbringing.
Needless to say I rebeled and acted out capitalizing on my fathers absence and my mom’s indifference…oh how I regret it! Not a day goes by that I don’t re-call the price I had to pay for these lessons in life…...........
