I grew up without my biological father. Not having that portion of my life caused distress and anger. I was constantly getting in trouble at school and at home to get my anger out. I moved in with my grandfather when I was 4 years old because he spoiled me and I enjoyed being with him.
When I turned 12, my grandfather and I moved to University City to provide me with the chance to have a fresh start in a new neighborhood and school district. I met a remarkable, fun, and close friend, Demetri. We claimed each other as brothers. We would get in trouble together, but we always had fun.
On December 11, 2012 at around 6 p.m., Demetri and I were at my house playing with a revolver. We began playing cops and robbers with the gun, not knowing that the gun was loaded. When I pulled the trigger, assuming nothing was in the gun, it went off and the bullet hit Demetri. Read more here.