Everything Fell Where They May

Do you want to know what’s hard?I have not seen my Father since the hour of his death in the month of December back in the year of 1989. And yes, I understand that dying is part of living. I know this all too well.But I was just a kid at the time.I had yet to live or live enough to understand the terms of life or manhood or what it really means to be a man.And who would show me now?I had to pick this up as I went along. I was only a boy at the time. I had more scars than most adults and the above average of my scars were deep but equally invisible.I was young and 17 with too many things to confuse me. Please someone tell me.how the hell is this fair? “You have to take it on the run, kid.”“Life doesn’t care what you think!” I was on the verge of manhood but at the same time, I was paying for the youthful ignorance and my angry revolution. I was hemmed up and held against my choice and facing the legal consequences of teenage addiction, alcohol use, heroin, and the crack attack or the…