dont know why i got the name spanky. aint nobody what i ever knowed as having such a name. and it aint no nickname neither. its my godgiven name. dont have no idea whatsoever as to what would possess parents to give a kid such a name. it aint like namin a dog. but then maybe it was to them. they sure didnt keep me around long.
i was found in a oildale trash barrel with my hospital wrist band still on. spanky bolt. bitch what found me couldnt even give me a decent name. had to keep the one what god gave me. right. if i learnt anything its that god comes in a white powder and gets heated in a spoon. she only kept me cause she couldnt have one herself. too much drugs and one too many diseased fucks. the three abortions probly didnt help neither. i be suprized if she even had anything left inside her besides a scabby cunt. still she raised me and i spose i owe her that. not that it was any kind of favor.
im not even sure why she kept me round. maybe she needed somebody smaller than her so she could feel powerful every once a while. she was always getting beat and she did the same to me. thing is she was the only one allowed to. i remember once when i was seven her boyfriend tried to beat me. he smacked me twice before she did anything. then he only got in one more before he noticed the knife in his side. never saw him again.
she kept us fed by turning tricks and getting welfare. to this day if i so much as smell pork n beans i get sick. had enough of those to last me a few lifetimes. hotdogs too. but somehow those aint so disgusting to me.
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