by monkeybone » Wed Jan 16, 2008 23:43:04
part of me is one hard-ass bitch in situations like this. the boy knew what he was doing, he saw destruction all around him when he went to drug houses. he had to see it in himself - had to. go ahead and kill yourself if that's the best thing you can think of doing.
the rest of me aches for the soul that is lost. who loved him and helped him grow up? anyone? who put him in front of a camera as a child? who wanted the money he made?
there is too long a line of people just like him, praised and glorified, eaten up, spit out, left for dead.