MichaelAngPolanco

New Town, new school. Before you ask why it's not because I'm some troubled dipshit who's a waste of time and space. Nor some misunderstood delinquent with a heart of gold. I'm a guy born into a "difficult" situation. Just so you know i'm not complaining. My mom is a kind woman...who had a little problem. She's a recovering meth junkie as she likes to put it. I think it's a little harsh considering she's been off that shit for about seven years now. I was born, perfectly healthy weird enough, to a broken household. I was told early on by my mother that I was born while she did a "job" to score some meth from a dealer. Took me a few months

"Look Up Here, I'm in Heaven."-David Bowie(Black Star) Dirt,Grime, Filth. I'm covered in it. The cold water from the shower head hits my sweater. I sit cold, alone in my shower fully dressed. My hands and face are red from scrubbing the dirt. The sound of the water going down the drain is the only thing keeping me sane. Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat .......go the droplets as they hit the tub "One, two, one, two, one, two....." I continue to count in a whisper as I pull at my wet hair. I hear a knock on the front door. I ignore the knock and continue "One, two, one, two, one, two" There's a knock on the door again, this time with much more force