I don't think we realised growing up just how violent our lives were...because all of us were getting fucked over in some form or fashion. Friend and I grogging last night talking about this shit...it's hard to be better when violence was "normal"...

From me getting cigarettes put out on my face to him getting a jar of jam smashed on his head to one of our friends being bedridden for 3 days after a hiding from his dad to another one going home every day to get smashed...and we joked about it. Because what else could we do...

I mean, fulla got told by my cousin that one of her friends from Yat Sen liked the fulla...refused to believe it because in his words fulla couldn't see why she would because she came from a stable home and had money.

Now I'm not saying others didn't also grow up hard, still are growing up hard. It's more about the casual violence that was normal.