This was the kind of life all around me growing up in NYC and, to some extent, in Nj. My Puertorican grandmother used to say the exact same thing to me "show me who you walk with and I'll tell you who you are" and my Puertorican great grandmother used to add in "a friend is a dollar in your pocket". I never really believed either.
the central figure in her religion, Jesus, walked with whores and thieves and any other human, and the Dollars in my pocket from working from 12 onwards caused problems in my life that no friend would emulate.
have you written about this? What work did you do at 12?
No. Before Steemit, I had been closed off to Social Media almost completely for a long time. And my whole childhood, secrecy was paramount to not seeing my mother hauled away or jailed. I didn't share anything about my life until the first time I performed my songs with the band, and even then it was wrapped in enough prose to deter all but the most curious. My first job was under-the-table, delivering prescription medication to the townsfolk from the local pharmacy that my friends regularly stole from. Made a solid 50 bucks per week, plus any tips from the townsfolk who all knew about my family and probably tipped better out of some misguided pity. But it got me school clothes and breakfast/lunch money, and later it would support my drinking and smoking
I'll upvote your life story as it sounds quite interesting.I see. Interesting, your history. Sounds like a great story for you to write. When you do, just make sure and notify me either in rocket chat or on twitter....@stellabelle.
Thanks @stellabelle, for the encouragement. I'm trying to work towards letting my story out, but it's hard to put all the secrets that don't need to be kept any longer outside of myself and my ability to protect them.