When I was twelve my mother died and I went to live with my grandfather who was very old. Every morning we had fried eggs and at night we had beans and hamburgers. Every couple of days he gave a twenty dollar bill. I put most of it in the bank. I could play my music as loud as I wanted because he was pretty deaf. When I was fifteen I got my first tattoo. It was proof my skin had been touched at least once.


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