Ass Backwards

When I was born, my daddy ran off into who-knows-where with this little scamp my sister told us we all hated. Which I don't doubt. My mother was kind of not okay, but when I hit the age of eight, she was really not okay. She started having these.. episodes and freakin' out all the time. Since my sis' was around 24 at the time, she decided she had enough and called up the cops. They put mama in a crazy home and she became my legal guardian.

I guess since she was my sister I wasn't so scared to rebel a lot. I ended up in a ad crowd as I went into high school and I fucked things up big time. When everything was going downhill, Rachel was there for me 100%. She picked me up from the police station, brought me to starbucks after I sobbed about the wall color in a drunken state, she was just that coll adult that let me do pretty much anything.