this dago doesnt know how to write a blog

I am bored and intoxicated and my buddy just left to go get some pussy so i will write since i have no one else to hear me ramble.

My parents are from italy but i speak very little italian because when i was about 5 years old my dad said something like "we are american and we speak english in this house" which was weird because it was so sudden that i think something must have happened to him to cause that. my father was very big on trying to make sure we knew our roots and then suddenly we would get whipped for speaking out of english. this was in arkansas and our family was attacked constantly because we were the closest thing to a "minority" that most of these fucking hicks would ever see.

skipping forward. after being told i was a piece of shit my whole life i started to act like one. everyone talks about their college years. to me 6th grade was the shit. i started drinking, fucking older sluts and doing drugs when i was 12. it was fucking great.

13 years old i moved to chicago to live with my aunt because the state of arkansas was trying to send me to juvi. i finally felt like i belonged. i lived in an italian neighborhood and didnt feel so foreign in the land i was born in but after a while i realized there is a lot of elitism between wops. italians that were born in italy and moved here are fucking gods, wops who grew up in that neighborhood are 2nd class, and i am basically a mutt because i was raised down south. I was a "wopabily" The elitism that dagos from italy seem to have totally turned me off to the point where i actually turned down a free trip to Palermo.

i could tell a fuckload of "war stories" when it comes to drugs but you all have those. just felt like rambling and i dont really care if no one reads it.
 
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