After multiple failed attempts at holding down a job, my brother took it upon himself to start selling crack to make money off of the situation. It’s difficult watching your mother slowly kill herself, but it’s even more difficult to watch your brother sell her death. Part of me hates him for it, but at least he’s using the money to pay for things like bills and school.
The things that go on here range from terrifying to hilarious. There are also strange little perks to living in a house like this, which most people are unaware of. So ask away. I’m not shy about the subject and I know it’s something most people are curious about.
The girl happily discusses why she doesn’t live with her clean dad, disgusting tales of maggoty ham, the difference between freebased cocaine and crack, and why the cops never do anything about her sitch. She writes pretty well, maybe we should invite her to blog here for us. She’ll probably have a book out and be on Oprah someday.