(After I learned about my parents, they asked me to live with them. And I didn't
want to but I really had no choice. So I finished out the school year, where I
was, I lived with my grandfather, and uh, then I moved in with them. And you

know what, it was great. I was happy. I was happy and I knew it. I clapped my
hands.)


(Yeah, if it was only like that. Oh well. It was hard then, and I was already
really bad with people skills. And I had to start all over again pretty much.
Anything I felt secure with was gone. And you know what it was probably the only

time in my life that I was actually excited to go to school. Not to learn, or
get made fun of, but to get out of the house and get away from them. And now
that I think about it, I don't think school was any easier.)