Growing up with the barbarians that raised me made me believe that the world was centered around money. I used to hate a lot of the people around me and unfortunately I've developed sort of a racism towards a type of people (color is not involved in this). But the day I left that retched hell-hole and went off on my own to college I started to see that there are actually people out there that care for you and that not everyone only cares for money or social status. I just met my aunty from my dad's half of the family today. I had a lot of fun and she was telling me all sorts of stories. Never seeing my father before I grew up hating him because I was stuck being raised by selfish idiots while he was off who knows where. I guess I have mixed feelings for him now. I'd sure like to see him but at the same time I don't really care to see him you know what I mean? This racism developed from living with these kinds of people and my personal experiences in the outside world. Even today I find my beliefs to be extremely true..... Vile creatures.....
Admiral Straley Community Member 
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