How do you justify any of this?
When my family immigrated here we had less than $200 dollars in our pockets, I was 6 years old, my sister was only 1month old. The Jewish Community center helped us out for only 2 months, and my father had to wash dishes and deliver pizzas to keep us afloat. We lived in the shittiest fucking part of Buford Hwy. Now my sister is going to an Ivy League School, my Father is the lead interior architectural designer at a top restaurant design firm, my mother is a supervisor with 11 employees under her, and I am, well I am just a 24 year old pot head.
Which just goes to show you, its not about what situation you are dumped in, its the personal decisions you make in life that take you to the life you live.










