Steven C

Well, I am far from perfect. But I came from a home where I was emotionally, physically, and sexually abused, for nineteen years. I married a career felon, I’ve been homeless many times. I’ve lost all of my “friends” and almost all of my teeth. I have been disowned by any remaining members of my family and I turned my own father into the FBI for hurting children, especially those related to him. I’ve spent most of the last year in and out of doctors’ offices and hospitals having various medical problems. And yet in the middle of all that, I raised this amazing almost nineteen (as he likes to remind me) year old son who has a full time job making more money than his momma ever did. And he loves me. And if he is the only person who loves me on this Earth for the rest of my occasionally miserable life, then I’ll die happy. But I can’t say that he is the only person who ever showed me love, because, without jay jay, I would not be typing this to you right now. I would be dead. Instead, I type this from inside a beautiful apartment, my first, that I might have never gotten into if it weren’t for some of the people who read what I have written here and wanted to help me. I don’t think I would have ever made it out of that hotel. I don’t think I ever would have made it into the hotel, either. I’m very lucky, as unlucky as I often feel. And I am grateful for this show. Even if it seems like I’m a real Negative jet sometimes. 😉