My mom was a crackhead ‘til I was four, then she tried to kill herself so I moved in with my grandparents and it was real chill ‘til I was ten, then I lived with my dad ‘til I was fourteen and he kicked me out. I dyed my hair black and he called me a fagot so I pushed him. I was already on probation, so I violated and had to go to juvie, then I got out and got kicked out of high school, so I just left home and started hitchhiking and jumping freights. My childhood affected me a lot. I grew up around a lot of drugs. I do a lot of drugs. I grew up poor. I’m still poor. It’s alright though, it’s what made me — me...

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