I’m fifteen, and I’m blessed with alot of things going for me that makes up for all this shit that happens. I was born to a Jewish mother who happens to be married to some asshole scumbag abusive father, who isn’t around anymore, thank god. I was also born into a very poverty stricken household, in a gang infested area Hispanic area, and I happened to come out with my dad’s stupid Spaniard genes, so I have light skin. Lucky me. At least me penis grew faster than anything along with the fact that I hit puberty at age eight. I was shaving towards the end of the fifth grade.
Needless to say, I’ve walked home since I was a kid, and since I always looked older, older kids thought I was older, and since I had light skin, the older kids thought I either didn’t belong, was new in town, or thought of it as a sign of weakness. Unlucky them. {Lucky me, I was bred for those types of situations. I’m genetically predisposed to be mean, fast, strong, and aggressive, like Chuck Norris.} [As a matter of fact, I am totally convinced that I have come from the seed of Chuck Norris (thus making me only Jewish on my mother’s side, but that’s all the Jewish community takes into consideration anyways).But I also have my doubts, for the great Chuck Norris said, “It isn’t sex unless the woman dies.”]*1
My first reaction when something startes me is to hit it. My grandparents were all working class immigrants of either bricklayers, quarry workers, carpenters, farmers… you get the idea. And they all come from Spain, Greece, and from and between Russia and Iran.
When I was born I was 25 inches long, and weighted 10 pounds and 7 ounces. No joke, {I have a picture that my brother took of all the nurses pointing in amazement at my mother holding me just after birth, for some reason it embarasses me.}
Luckily, I was born with a brain, or so I am told. I was just that kid, always straight A’s. Full Scholarship to a private highschool in the good parts of town, only a Sophomore and I’m already getting letters from Georgetown, Princeton, Yale, and Harvard. A few of them even offered to pay me to go to their college university. Sweet.
Some how I guess all that makes up for all the abuse I’ve suffered, especially for what I had to go through with my father. Bastard. At least he never really got physical because he knew my two older brothers would go after him.
But now I’m going to this highschool. And Guess what, it’s FULL of rich kids. Nothing but rich kids. At least none of the rich kids know how to fight. {Well, some of them do, and are good fighters, among other rich kids, and even some of the poor kids around the neighborhood, but I’m still better. Alot better.}*2
It only took a few months of my freshman year to let everyone know, I’m the kid you just don’t want to mess with. Ever since then, it’s been fine, as far a s violence goes. I mean, every once in a while some kid goes and cracks a kike or a Jesus killer insult, {but I just give him one of those " I’m so serious I swear I’ll kill you " looks}, and he shuts his yapper. I’ve only had to get physical because of stuff like that a few times.
But the girls, now that’s a problem. It’s always been a problem. Lots of them like me, find me interesting, and plenty of them like me. But when they realise that my dad’s an ex-con unfaithful whore-chasing asshole, and that my Mom is paralyzed from the waist down, I live in the bad part of town and that my family doesn’t own two Bentleys a Ferrari, six i-Pods, or a Two story house with a maid, they get embarassed. Or some don’t care, but they certainly do when she realizes that her friends might think that she’s slummin, talking to the guy from the other side of town.
And I’m not even trying to date any of these girls. I’ve always been smart enough to get into schools on scholarship and poor enough to take advantage of financial aid. But because my Mom thinks I shouldn’t go to the local schools and should be in private school for a better education, these types of problems always arise. And these girls, I’m not even trying to date them, most of the time I’m just looking for female companionship, but I can’t even do that. Not only the fact that I’m poor. I don’t do that emo boy crap or buy into that whole wannabe gangbanger bullshit. They think I’m a thug, albeit, a smart thug. And those gangsta wangsta kids… Why? I know real gangbangers. I grew up with them, and my mom knew their dads. I’m just glad lots of them turned out to be friends. And I’m glad the fighting in the neighborhood started to stop when the neighborhood cholos thought I was a pretty cool guy. So now other dumbass don’t try to give me a hard time.
But still, I hate the idea that kids can be so prejudice, that they decide who can be their friend or not based on their guardian’s fincancial income. Now that’s just messed up.
Edit:
I even but in brackets around the places in the message where you are supposed to laugh. And a long line where it gets to a serious discussion. You picky bastards.
{—} supposed to entertain
[—] this means it sounds funny, but I’m dead serious. I mean, totally, totally, cereal, serious. Excelsior
*1 There’s no “Ha-ha”'s here. I’m not laughing
*2 3/4 true
Second Edit:
A few colleges. Not the ones I listed. And usually it was just paying for my stay in a dorm, and money for essentials, etc,…
