I walk at a long dark corridor. I shall to an examination with the police. I know that I have made some shit. One of my good “friends” has told the police about my gang. He has betrayed all of us. The police have put me in hand cops. They take me in to a room, where I shall tell them anything I know about the graffiti. And where my gang belong to so they can stop the vandalism.
First they are asking me about my personal things. I tell them, that my name is Simon Johnson. I am 17 years old. I live on the outskirts of Oxford in the south England with my big brother at 20 years old.
When they are asking me about, how I get into it. I tell them, that I have had a really hard childhood. My mom could not hold us at home, because, she like to drink and take drugs after our dad died of cancer when we both came in to the teenage years. So my brother and I moved to our grandmother, who gradually is old. She really don’t like us, she would just use us to shop for her. So not long time after, my brother and I moved in to our own apartment. But it was not so good, because we had no experience for money and something. We spend all our money at booze and hash.
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