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Most of my life, I spent in barrios, slums, ghettos, favelas, and the projects. My father was strange that way, with all the moving around. (My mother died when I was young... Actually, she was murdered but I'm not here to discuss that.) We stayed with my brother's mother in Brazil in the favela da. Marta, I've never met him because we left his mother when she was pregnant with him. Last I heard, he was living in a nice house with a pool. I never learned Portuguese and he resents my father and I. That's how that goes. What I re in Brazil was playing on motorcycles going up and down stairs of narrow allies. I also shot my first rifle and killed an animal--a pig or goat--for some family who parted the animal to several families. I also remember trying real cocaine.
Mexico ed on my father for a few months so I lived in a barrio ed Neza-Chalca-Itza. My father fell in love with the drug lord's daughter and I distinctly remember a group of hooded men storming into my shanty and taking my father away whilst taking me somewhere else. I was told the he had to answer for his betrayal, but that I would be sent to America to work as a slave. What ended up happening was the drug lord's daughter had some friends and leaders in a rising rebellion ready to do her bidding and die for her. Many did. My father was safely moved to Bedford-Stuyfersent, New York City through the underground. Friends of her slain brother permitted me to reunite with my father under the condition that we would change our names and move India for a few years. We stayed in the slums of Mumbai for a few months until my father got an itch for business again. So, off to Paris we went.
My formative years were spent in Paris with artist and fashionistas. Again, my father made some friends and met some highly influential and attractive people. I have another brother from this period. In fact, I have three more but one was literally my age. Yes, we were born on the same day, same year, and same hour. We were miles in distance. His mother was an aspiring actress and model my father slept with while he did his short stint in the military and he was stationed in Europe enroute to the middle east. He had been shot and that's where they sent the special ops for surgery. He met her through a nurse that yes he was sleeping with. Apparently, they were always together on Champs-Elyses--the three of them. When he was mediy discharged, my father returned to my mother at which point I was conceived. My brother must have started in his mother's brewery the day before I started in my mother.s My twin from another mother and I became good friends. During my time in the slums of Paris, I learned all I know about French and the French people. My fondest memories are from there. I had my first kiss and lost my virginity there. However, strangely, I miss my brother's mother the most. Although she was a well paid model, she would always eat a boiled egg for breakfast and then a small dinner. By evening, when she was chilling with my father, she would always fart (quietly) and they smelled like the taste of those boiled eggs she ate in the morning. This is not a good smell. lol. My father often had to go to the corner store when she busted ass. Coincidence, non.
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