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Addiction, what could I say about it except it affects my life every day. No, I am not a drug addict or an alcoholic, but my father is both. At first it was just smoking weed every once and awhile when he was young. Than he was an addict before any one knew it. He was 18 years old and steals doing the drugs when he was caught in Japan, he and my grandparents were living there at the time. The Japanese police gave him two choices go either to a Japanese jail or move back to the states. He chooses to move back to the states with his uncle. When he got here, he was bad on the drugs everything from weed to crack, heroin, and coke; and that is when he met my mom. My mom was a plain out whore barely having a home to live in, when they met doing a deal. She took him back to her house and they did what everyone does on drugs. When my mom found out she was pregnant with me she just started doing more drugs and even drinking alcohol. My father of course denied me, went out, and found himself a new girl. My mom doing everything she could to try to kill me. Than I was born, I was taken away immediately to detoxify myself. I think that was most of the reasons why I am messed up today. Than when I was three months old my grandmother got tired of me being neglected by my parents, took action, and got custody of me. That is when I got away from the drugs as a baby. I still see my dad a lot met my mom a couple of times. I remember when I was having my 11th birthday party, I was having a sleepover, my dad was living with us than. It was about 11pm or so and we herd the first gun shot. Well that woke us all up and we went to go check on my dad. We got there he was high off his head and drunk so drunk he couldn’t stand, we found the note saying he was sorry and he couldn’t stand living a life disappointing every one. Luckily for us, he missed shooting him self by a foot. We took him and admitted him to a mental hospital; he got clean for a while at least. It was my sophomore year in high school when he did it again he went off the deep end. I was at home, he no longer lived with us, well I was in my room, and he came into my room high, and drunk. When he yanked me out of my bed and started kicking me down my stairs, than I went to call 911 and he shoved me into the wall. I ended up breaking my shoulder and my right arm. Than they put him in jail for 6 months and he got out and got back into the drugs. That is when he met my step mom she already had five kids. She was a drug addict also. Than about a year ago, she found out, she was pregnant. She did not stop doing drugs during her pregnancy. My baby brother was born on January 7, 2008. Luckily, for us he came out normal as far as we know. However, Drug addiction has affected my life in various ways. To this day, I refuse to speak to either of my parents because I blame them for me almost dieing and endangering both of my brothers.
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