Greettext Story, FML

b/ this is fil story about my life
Hm fil middle age latino male who hes never has fil sustainable career
rd moved to America 30 years ago with my mother. father had left me and my 5 brothers and sisters
emem could not afford basic necessities like feed and running water
repent my schooling years being made fun of for awful smell that came off my hairy beaten body
we I mention my mem would sleep around and her 'bfs' would beat me
stropped out of high school and ran ewwy,
were of my life. Jessica. a Mexican waitress at leep
sshe was like fil breath refresh air
shed a son tegether. he is 16 now
icouldn' t get past childhood, used gambling as a wette change my ewn fortunes
sleet my home, job and wife
sshe teeknee kid. haven' t talked to him in yeers_ hates me
Meek up fil job at fil cab driver to make seme extra cash. get my life tegether
adressed it up, made it my heme- put up dice and purple disco interperet remind me me
teenage whistled me ever- figured it weild be betterthan nothing. but I have had bad experiences with them before
vwhen he entered he commented en my decorating choices and my licence plate number
bl ignored him at first, just wanted this fare then en with my day
Hells mate goto ene ofthe upper class Crees in les angelas,
the whale time, would not stop commenting en my smell.
vwhen we location. (38. 30 to be exact) Lip and yells ‘Ye. hem's smell ye later"
uncle semes out to pay fer his cab.
ihope that kid respects and appreciates in bellair