Well, since I come from a broken family. I will use my real mom and my stepdad because I really don’t know what my real father was doing at my age. He might have been selling cars at a car lot in Pensacola Florida, but I am not certain.
Well, my real mom was raising my adopted brother and trying to make him into a decent citizen. I think she succeeded with him because he is working at Panera bread and is decent.
Now, for my stepdad, he was working as a psyche tech at a hospital here in Tucson. He would have groups of people come into the psyche ward and he would play guitar for them. He would sing Beatle songs. He was pretty good at the guitar. Thank you for reading. Have a great night.
Shot in the head 
Smiling It’s a tough job being a tech in the psych ward. Mostly wonderful sprinkled with moments of terror. Your family is wonderful and decent and sharing. You are an apple that fell from a good tree.
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i’m glad your adopted bro is a decent person! do you hang out with him sometimes?
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Sometimes, not much though. He lives on the west side of town. I live central. I don’t see him much, but we do communicate on Facebook sometimes.
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Thank you very much! Hopefully he is a decent person now.
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