User talk:Xskom420x

My name is Mr. Sullivan, I am an 18 years old and live in the United States. i was Born in Miami, Florida. During birth i almost died, i seized and was very sick. i was in the hospital for 2 weeks. after three years of living in florida my mom decided to go to massachussets and leave my dad behind due to heroin use. i moved in with my aunt and been living there ever since. i haven't seen my dad in fifteen years. they both grew up in florida. at the age of two my mom was dating this man named patrick pettit. my mother had to go to work so she left me with patrick, he then abused me. he broke my left arm and started to beat me. my mother didnt relize my arm was broken for three days. she finally noticed that i was complaining about my arm hurting. she took me to the doctors office. my arm was fractured and D.S.S. was involved. i couldnt see my mother for six months until we went to court. patrick pettit was not arrested because i was to shy to say anything to the police. he took off and wasnt seen ever agian. i was raised in the Old Colony Projects in Boston. by the timi was thirteen years old i was areested for armed robbery. i spent 1 1/2 years in D.Y.S. which is a jail for kids. by the time i was 15 drugs started to become a problem. i was taking acid, shrooms, xanax bars, alcohol, and cocaine. i was a big time druggie in the Projects. i still smoke weed because every body smokes weed. at the age of 17 i was walking out of a night club in Boston when a large african american male approached me. he told me to give him my wallet. i pulled a knife on him but it didnt do the trick. he pulled out a desert eagle and fired four shots, hitting my chest 2 times, knee, thigh, and shoulder. he searched my pockets. i had enough stregnth to pull out my knife. i stabbed him in the throat and died almost instantly. my friends heard the gun shots inside the club, they all ran out and and called the police. i was rushed to the hospital and there i almost died. my vision was blurry and voices started to echo. i blacked out and later woke up in the childrens hospital in boston. i spent 2 months recovering in the hospital and spent three weeks doing physical therapy. after i got out of the hospital my mother drove me home and i had a party. at the party three cars pulled up filled with Boston Crips. they pulled out ak-47's and shot my house. my brother, uncle, mom, and sister died from this horrible, horrible attack. i was guessing it was a retaliation for me murdering the man in self defense. six of my friends ran from behind my house and shot up the cars. one year later nothing happened. to this day i am in fear of getting shot. Thank you for reading this short page about my life. --Xskom420x (talk) 16:26, 13 December 2010 (UTC)