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Heather Divine, the documentary
IP:
born january 7th, 1988.
heather divine, verbal abuse: i was born to an infant mother( cuban ), she was 16. my father( hawiian) 17, explains both my parents werent old enough to take care of me. my father, seperated with my mom, cause he knew he couldnt handle such a thing as raising a child, while he was still raising himself. new york city, queens was a good place to be raised, if you like hip hop. i remember being around 9 or 10: almost every evening you could walk 3 blocks from home, and see block parties, dance centers, and all that teenage kick-it spots. my favorite evening activity was the mcaurther park. had mad kids my age, it was a good place for the innocent ( young ) to just relax, live life the better way. i didnt know too much about gang running until i was around 12. both my brothers, from degu ave. southside...19 somthing??? but i distinctly remember them bringing new people to the garage ( where they did "grown up" things ). i knew what was inside, because one day when they left to DT manhatttan, i climbed through a window to have a sneek peek. i found the expected drugs, which i now have knowledge that they were bricks, many bricks. i also saw 3 large, orange chests, what i figure now had contents of weapons and cash. later, being 15...long and complicated story short, mom died: april 10, 2003. i then moved to San Diego, lived with a foster parent named debby ( that whore ). well i colleceted well fare once i started living down here. and after 4 months of taking every penny i received, she took it all and ran away, god knows where. hope shes dead. but...they discoevered my father was living somewhere near LA. he was very wealthy now, probaly only because he left my mother when she birthed me... he finished highschool after the pregnancy and got his bachelors in business, got some job of rank. well lived with him for a year, he supporsted me... we bonded real well, even though i havent seen him since i was born, which of course i dont remember. since my mother and her mother raised me (both of them dead now). well tragically he passed away on march, 1 2004. so i moved back to NY for a few months to live with my brother. i had two of them and they were notorious for drug lording and all that bullshit. california was good for me in those crueshal years of my life, because queens would have ruined my innocence. well shorty after moving there, my oldest brother was shot and killed. ( july 22, 2004. )...i had one brother left, who was arrested and convicted for possetion, and assualt with the intent to murder...some bullshit like that. i never went to the court hearings and trials. the hearing to tell him how long he has to serve is next month. im back in San Diego now. living with some more foster parents. their great though. significants:
thats the life of verbal abuse. now eph. hope you enjoyed.
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