I grew up during the 90s-00s. I was the last of the 80s babies. 1989 was my birth year. I had a brother who was four years older. I hung out with a lot of older kids. My brother got married at 17 and moved out the same year. Our parents were divorced and we lived with our father. The town where we grew up was a old country style, white redneck, racist filled sloppy joe. It was boring, unless you liked shoveling cow shit. I was 11-12 when my brother moved out. His name was Toby. Toby's wife (Rachel) had decided to get married, because my brother is an idiot and don't know how to use “protection". So with “ol fertil myrtle" it didn't take long for his “baby gravy" to get to her biscuit. There was a bun in the oven and my brother was in no shape to be a father. All he ever wanted to do was drink. He had been drinking since he was 12 I imagine. My Father had made Toby “a deal" basically if he agreed to finish school and get his diploma pops would sign his life away to Rachel. This of course was not a good idea as you will find out later. Rachel came from a place called Willard, Ohio. Willard was like a small Detroit, but instead of African Americans it was overpopulated by Mexicans. Most (like 90%) of these mexicans were “illegals" who would work all summer in the fields. I'm not racist and never have been. I actually become very offended at people who are. These Mexicans were nice people, but they fit every silly stereotype. It was crazy and so strange that they would pick ohio of all places. The crime...