my mom was a crack head who gave me up for adoption, i was adopted by a black family, two old black people who hated other black people. you could call them uncle and aunt ruckus because the things they would say would make your average neo nazi blush. my foster dad specially hated drug addicts, calling them spastic moon crickets.they also both thought mlk jr was a wife cheating abusive asshole. we lived on the ghetto border and they would sit out all day yelling racial slurs at any black person they saw
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