ALI
I grew up in a house where my dad used to beat on my mama. He was a drunken, cold son of a bitch. And every night, I lay in bed dreaming of every which way to kill him. But eventually, my mama up and left him and took me and my sister with her, and life goes on. 38.38. But I always said to myself that no matter how bad shit got, whether I was shooting…

