Growing up in Detroit was tough. As my mother's drinking continued there was violence...learned to call emergency numbers and keep a cool head. learned to fight in school and act crazier than the other guy though I was scared to death. Don't show you're afraid.Don't show tears.Once I sat on a window ledge imagining jumping. I'd bury my head in pillows to drown out the sound of my drunk mom's screams and sound of ribs breaking when my dad tried to pick her up and get her in bed
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