Letters to Tami

I didn't ask for this. Nobody told me what I was getting into. This was not the kind of life I would have chosenWhen I was five, my mother died of a gunshot to the head. Police reports labeled it a suicide. Her family disagrees. Her death resulted in my being adopted by ignorant, abusive relatives. When a throw-away kid is raised in a dysfunctional environment, bad stuff happens. I worked my way into prison. For me, it was just another place to live. Years later, Tami was born. The curse of that time on the dark side began to reverse. This is the story of how it was done and the mistakes along the way. I know the story well. I lived it. I'm Tami's dad.