Heres a storey, about a man named brady... alright fine, im oreo 
Well, To fully understand this story, we must go back to when i was a wee lil lad, back in the old country.
LONG!!!!
I was actually about 7, I was in Ukraine(its right near Russia, eastern Europe, and my life was pretty damn good.
My mom worked for the government, we lived in the countries capital, we were relatively rich compared to everyone else. We lived in a bigass 13 level house. we had the 9th floor.
I had plenty of friends, boys, girls, pets, grown-ups, family, etc etc etc.
I had a LOT of toys, I was very exposed to the world (going to zoo's, muesems, airplane shows, carnivals, etc.)
My best friend was a girl (natalie
), and we played together every single day. She practically lived with us. She had a single mom, working at a bus station (i think) barely making enough money to feed her.
We were a bunch of crazy kids, considering I came to US into the second grade, most of my lifes memories are before this.
lol, I remember one time me and a bunch of friends nailed nails into a board, and stuck it under the tires of a mafia guys beemer. We wanted to see if it would make an explosion when it got punctured
Unfortunately it didnt, and my friend couldnt run as fast as me and got his ass beat. (I remember him in a cast with black eye and fvcked up face
)
My other friends mom got stabbed through the back (and out her chest, through her heart and cut her lungs and organs) about a block down from my house. My dad heard her scream, he thought it was a bunch of teens playing around.
She died in her husbands arms, foaming up saliva and blood and mucus, as her kid (my age) stood watching her. He watched his fvcking mom die like that......... that sh1t aint fvcking right.
We came to the US, and I lived in the projects with my cousn for a while. Then we rented a mobile home. we sold our portion of the house for $9k.... a fortune back in Ukraine, but barely anything in the US.
So in 1995, I was living in a mobile home. A poor bastard, except I hadnt realised it yet. My best friend was now a 10yr old kid who was pretty cool. There was also a 12yr old kid and his 14yr old brother. There was a girl, she was a year older then me.
That was my new group of friends.
I started school in the second grade and discovered for the first time how crazy americans were
I came to school dressed like a buisness man. White ironed button up shirt, dress slacks, dress shoes, and a nice sweater. It was like I was going to cambridge instead of 2nd grade.
This of course made me somewhat... made me standout from the crowd. I made some friends, particularly cuz the kids wanted to play with the new foriegn kid who couldnt quite speak english, and rolled his "r's"
So a year went by, it was okay, I was still thinking that we were doing good, and everything was dandy. (hell maybe it was, who knows.)
But then, a family came from Kazakhstan. They were our neighbors. They all had girls for kids, except one kid. He soon became one of my best(if not the best) friend. There was another kid, but he soon moved away.
So this new kid, he really trusted me, and I trusted him. Granted we were only about 9-10, he told me he already had "sex." with another guy.... i quote "we took turns pretending to be the girl!"
Now this was pretty damn unusual to me (but now I actually know its not that uncommon).
Up until this point, thi parents were pretty okay with me and girls. I could play with them, they were okay with dating, etc etc.
So another year goes by, and now Im going into the 4th grade. I still think everything is great, I still think Im an above average person, societies elite, and all theses crazy country americans around me are nothing but rednecks.
1996- brother is born
Then we move! 4th grade now, Im about 10-11. And we move
into the house I am in right now. I didint realise it at the time, but I live in the fvcking ghettos. I have a crappy ass red/brown chipped paint house. With a rusty/leaky roof. with a constantly flooding first floor. A dirt floor in the kitchen. The downstair bathroom always flooded. The 2 rooms cluddered with rusty pieces of scrap metal. Outside, the front law is made out of gravel and sand and.. well holes I guess you could call it. Its suppossed to be "water trenches" But they are like 2ft deep.
Inside.... oh jeez i dont feel like describing all the **** wrong with it. Imagine chipped layers of paint from about 70yrs ago, newspapers glued to the walls, cardboard glued to the wall, the floor a dark dirty stained wood floor. PLenty of splinters so no walking bare foot. Garbage and rags thrown everywhere. stains, offensive odors, the WORKS!
Now, when we moved in, I though "hell, my dads a construction worker, hell fix this up into palace in a year or so" (its been 7yrs now, and its in worse shape then before).
So I enter a little ghetto school. This is my first real encounter with black people. UP until now, I havent actually talked to one. I seen some on tv, and some on the street. Now, there was about 5 in my class alone!!! and there were ton more in the halls, and around school. My parnts are very racist and I was braught up to think of them as a sub-race. there was WHITE and then the other races. white>black&mexicans>indian>other.
Also, a girl got a MAJOR crush on me. A girl wrote me a "love letter" in the old school as well, but this chick! She went as far as telling people we went out together. She was a rich preppy girl. Her mommy a dentist, and her daddy the owner of a construction company. (building 1.5m+ houses)
Well, I go home , I tell mommy "Mom, a girl gave me her phone number today, and was being weird..." ( i also had a crush on her before all this happened, I still liked her at the time, I had on-it-is pretty bad, sp factor taht into your psychoanalysis)
My mommy goes "well, its the 4th grade, you a very attractive, intelligent young man, girls are going to offer themself to you"
me: "well what should i do?"
mommy: "talk with her" --smartest advice she ever gave me actually
later that day, we went to my cousins house...
mom: "guess who's got a gf!?" in a tone, sort of poking fun at me, like it was somehow my fault for a girl liking me, like I deserved to feel guilty for liking her back (even though she didint kno I liked her). Like I wasnt supposed to be involved in relation ships, like it was unnatural for me to even mention it.
aunt: "what! disgraceful child! your cousing didnt even think about girls when he was your age!!"
mom:"well its not him, he knows better the to like girls, its these crazy american girls, they are just sluts who throw themselfs at each other when they are 10yrs old!!" (nevermind the fact girls go through puberty at 10)
me: "umm...ehh... uhhh....
...." barely stammed out any noise and turned bright red.
So the girl continues to like me. and I like her, for the next three days it get a bit crazy. Her mom comes to check me out, she picks flowers for me, she being popular, makes my name known.. I mean KNOWN.
All the while, any thought I have about liking her, about any feeling of care towad her, it gets replaced with this awful feeling of guilt, shame, disgust at myself.
the year drags on, and I get over it a bit. Make even less friends, Now I only have about 2friends (neighbors) that I play with utside my home. They are both guys.
5th grade: fast forward to the end of the year. We had this thing called accelerated reading, and at the end, we had an accelerated reading dance.
I canNOT dance. they taught us the classics in first grade in Ukraine, but not this crazy music the americans were playing. I just sat there, everyone was doing the conga line, the macarena(sp?) and all sorts of crazy sh1t. I was sitting there, all cold and shivvereing cuz they opened the doors to let it air out.
Then, a girl comes and asks me to dance with her friend!
this is another girl I sort of liked (god damn wtf is this **** with girls I like liking me!?) So shes like "dance with my friend?"
and I shake my head no.
"oh cmon, you just have to hold her and sway back and forth"
"
nu uh"
then the girl comes. So now I have 2 girls begging me to danse with one of them
! Im realyl uncomfortable, I wanna dance, but I dont wanna be a bad son, I wanna touch her, but I cant be so gross, at my age! wtf am I thinking touchign girls at my age?!
So I sit there all red and sweaty as fvck, rejecting the girl. This goes on for about 5-10mins. It seemed like eternity. It was almost hell. (but later I found out what was even more like hell")
