My family has been stuck in the same ***** old slum for decades now.

My father is a electrician. He fixes stoves, radio's, tv's and sells them for alcohol no wonder everytime I get home the house looks bigger.

I was only 9years old when I started picking up my fathers habitats: like the broken pieces of whiskey bottles he throws around the living room every time his favorite team loses.
I picked up my fathers habit to swear, hit and poke a woman if ever she doesn't give me what I want.
And every Monday my father loses his voice from shouting too much on previous weekend and I also picked up his habit to NOT think before I speak...