My life.

well, all i can remember of my dad before i was 11 is coming home from school and seing him on the sofa surounded by beer cans, but when i was 11 he kicked me and my mum out of the house so we had to live in a bungalow for a while, but while we were liveing there he decided to burn down our old house, he went to prison for arson, when he got out of prison he stalked me and my mum, he used to wait for me on a corner on my way to school and chase me there, but the worse thing he did was dry to kill me, i was walking into town once and he came speeding in his car and tried to run me over so he went to prison again for attempted murder but got let out early, he has now lost his mind and doesent even remember i'm his son anymore...