Family?Happy?Love?I don’t know the meaning of that.I’m not stupid,I’m a very intelligent person,just I’ve never experienced none of those things.I spent most of my time on the streets,watching it at night and listening to the people who play the gitaar to make a living,and of course singing to it sometimes.Butch and Boomer don’t really care where I am.We never really acted like brothers.So,the streets are like a family to me.Sounds lame,right?But I don’t care.And of course,every Christmas,I’m also alone.I don’t even try to be with my broth- actually I’m not sure what they...
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