The funny thing is others in my life respect the fact that I’m right most of the time and come to me for advice. I give everyone advice about everything. It’s a lot of work to be counselor to everyone and as I find myself crawling on the ground trying to get back on my feet, people still come to me for advice. I’m turning into my father and just like him , I can’t take my own advice. I can't see myself. It's crazy really to spend so much time worrying about everyone else’s problems. It keeps you from seeing your own i guess, until life brings you face to face with yourself.

I am a product of my raising there is no doubt. Not knowing how to read or write until I was 12 put a fire under my ass. “I wasn’t retarded! I just didn’t talk to adult and I didn’t want too learn to read or write so leave me a lone.” This was me then and still me today some what. When I’m trying to prove how smart I am, I’m always made the fool, by excepting my foolishness I gain wisdom that was meant to be shared. If I could listen to my own advice I would be golden but I’m a retard and I listen to that other voice in my head instead my pride.