titus (D9) CB

I remember being six years old and my mom gave me a back pack and told me to fuck off.

It's not like we were in danger or anything, or my dad was hitting me. I was a good kid and did what I was told. I just had three younger siblings and we were poor as shit so it made sense to get rid of the eldest. I was voted most likely to survive so I got kicked off the island first.

C'est la bee or whatever.

My mom used to say that and she said it translated directly to 'everything is shit and we're fucked' but that seems kind of long so I'm not certain about that.

I spent four years sleeping in alleyways, boxes were alright but they don't work well when it rains. What you really want is newspaper. Newspaper keeps you warm even when it's wet because it gets condensed like milk or something.

So I was like ten and pick pocketing some asshole when said asshole caught me at it. I told him he was a dickhead but he recruited me to his little crew anyway. He made me practice unlocking doors with a bobby pin for like, a whole month. C'est. La. Bee. (am I right?)

He let me sleep in the gang's warehouse though which is nice because it's definitely warmer than outside and the other guy, 1/3 told me I could light fires in barrels as long as I was careful. I told him careful was my middle name but he told me I was full of shit, which is fair.

I guess I have a shit time with emotional connections but Teva's like an older brother to me and I'd do anything for the guy except take a bullet because those hurt and I'm not stupid.