I live with my dad and because of personal struggles and money worries I stopped turning up to school. My dad recieved a fine for my poor attendance at school which made things worse. I saw a letter stating that there was a warrant for our eviction. Tired of lying in bed listening to music and feeling sorry for myself, I put on my dad's old army gas mask and a hoodie. I left my house in the early hours of the morning and beat up a cocaine dealer who was at the end of the avenue I live on. I took his money and gave it to my dad with the story of finding a wallet on the street.