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To some, the American Dream is a two story house, white picket fence, dog in the yard, and a beautiful wife pregnant with a son. All the bills are caught up, and there's plenty of money in the bank. Sounds like the perfect dream, but not to Neil. You see, Neil has had what most would call a hard life. Some would say he's been through hell. When he was seven he was raped by his uncle. An uncle that used to rape his mother. When he was ten his father died, forcing him and his mother to live with his uncle. One morning he woke up to hear a commotion in the other bedroom where his mother was staying. Looking through a crack in the door he saw his uncle on top of his mother tearing her shirt off and putting his hands between her legs. He ran into his room and grabbed a baseball bat his father had given him and walked slowly back to his mother's room. Opening the door his uncle had his hand over her mouth and was inside of her humping away like a dog. His mind snapped. He remembers bringing the bat down twice on his uncle and his mother pushing him to the floor where the boy unleashed three years of anger on the man.

His mother laid there looking at him beat her brother that was raping her in the head until there wasn't much left. She quickly got her clothes on and together and they pillaged the house for whatever they could get rid of at the pawn shop. He had just cashed a twelve hundred dollar check, so that with the money and his car would get them quite a distance away from the little town. As they left the house the boy went to the shed and took a few gallons of gas and a match to the house burning up the existence of this man to the world. The money go them pretty far, but it didn't last. His mother got a job at a restaurant, and she worked a lot of nights. Times were hard, but things were good. After he turned sixteen one morning a police officer came to their apartment. He told Neil that his mother had been murdered, her body mutilated, and that she'd been put in a dumpster. After the funeral, which her boss paid for, the boy gathered up what little he had and moved again.. this time further west. Things got harder when he ran out of money. With no real job skills or training he did what most would do.. he stole. Lasting a year or so in this manner he was picked up outside of Tuscon on a charge of grand theft auto. He spent his eighteenth birthday behind bars. When he got out, he looked around at all the things people take for granted, and, on his twenty

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