Jacob Phillips

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So you're still not convinced fine, here's the whole story from day one. I was born at 4:16am, on April 20th, 1991. My mother was completely knocked out I guess, so my father has told me. Mom's the person who gives me the wings that you see today. She's one of the strongest women I've seen yet. By the way her names Amy. Now the asshole you might have noticed in me, is my father. I got everything I am from him today. He's the backbone to what you see. His names was Dale. So back to my life story. I grew up in Rochester, New York, until mom and dad could finally afford a house. We moved into a two story house, an old fucker. They only payed $36k for it, so you know it was a dump. But it served us for close to 17 years, before we finally sold it. This town Marion, New York. Was where I ran the streets for hours on end, never wanted to be home, man did I get in trouble with one of my best friends to this day. More of a big brother than anything. So sooner or later we decided enough was enough, and ended up selling the house. By this time mom and dad, had become divorced, so I was usually with mom all the time, as she had custody. Mom asked me one day out of the blue, how I would feel about moving to the city, back to Rochester. Myself I really didn't care, I hated that town, but at the same time loved it. So We ended up moving to the city. This is where shit started getting crazy. I grew up real quick once I moved to the city. Mom was always working, I on the other hand, finding my first breath of air, I got a girl, got on the football team, was feeling good about life at this time. After football came summer. Summer went by in a breeze, and then came back around school. I hated every day getting up, wading through the snow and waiting for the bus at 6 o'clock, freezing to death. Around this time, I lost my father, remember the back bone to who you see today. Lost him never to been seen again. Everything seemed to be running by, just faster and faster. Nothing seemed to be slowing down, nothing. Stopped going to school completely, said whatever this just isn't going to work anymore. Mom finally got fed up, dragged me into a therapist chair and payed out the ass to see what the hell was wrong with me. Doctors never really could put a title on me, good thing they couldn't I would of been one bad mother fucker, if they titled me like a damn dog. So after the failed attempts at the therapist, mom at this point up to her head in dealing with me, decided we'd better make a change and fast. And just like that we moved back to the country, back out to Macedon, shit really starts to hit the fan now. I wasn't a problem child, I just refused to go to school, always getting into trouble because I skipped a class, or wouldn't do my homework, and so on and so forth. Mom over here, now drowning in what I have become, decided after I got caught using her credit card, to send me away to a juvenile home. Well the court decided most of that. Dumbass mistake that was. So I was sentenced to a year in St. Josephs Villa, a boys/girls home. Back to the city with my dumbass I went, mom and sister dropped me off with two luggage bags, and said make the best out of it. By now I could really give a fuck what anyone had to say to me. So whatever, lets get this done, soon did I become one of the family there, I knew everyone, did everything, was off-grounds and by myself within the first two months. This is where I also picked up smoking cigarettes. Nothing really mattered anymore, everything was a blur, time pasted by so quickly there. I met a few good buddies, and made a few enemies. But hey, who wouldn't it is juvy. So after my stint in juvy, back to my old ways, skipping school, now I'm doing drugs, drinking, and smoking cigarettes, imagine the look on moms face when she saw what I turned into. She wasn't very happy. But it grew on her, I was barley going to school, if at all. But I was staying out of trouble. All that matters right? Mom was by this point making good money, and working her ass off once again. But this wouldn't last for long. Our landlord, which was also her boss, turned on us. And within a week me and mom packed our house, called my other sister down here in South Carolina, said we'll be there in two days. Could you get us a house. Now this sister I'm talking about is the one I've barley known grown up. But it didn't take long for us to grow close. Once we got down here, everything seemed fine, but then again, came the whole school scene. I barley went, I hated every moment of it still. So I said fuck it, started skipping, sometimes even missing complete weeks. til' the school had enough and said he's your problem not ours. And kicked me out of school. For about half a year I argued consistently at my mother. As did she to me. I finally got a job in February of 2009. From there it's been all uphill, I work my fingers to the bone, enjoy every moment of it! Now I'm working on another job, busting ass for every cent I can. Guess even the worst of us, have something good about them. This is the story so far, and it just keeps writing...-Jake