Robbie Piken, I'm No Robin Hood

[Robbie Piken]

!I'm looking at you through the glass!
-.-
don't know how much time has passed...?

Robbie Tiberius Piken
a private journal

Work in Progress...

[Robbie Piken]

So this is what I came from. I look just like my father.
unfortunatly


Jennifer Mercer-Piken

My mom's an artist by night, she paints some pretty amazing stuff. But by day she's an accountant. It's a boring job she say's, but it pays the bills. I love my mom, she's awesome. I remember when I was little, I told her I'd marry her when I grew up. Because I'd treat her better than dad had. She smiled sweetly and cupped my cheek, and told me she'd be happy if I found someone just like her. I told her there was no one like her.

Christopher Piken

My dad is up to who knows what, and I don't give a fuck. He's living somewhere in Canada but he has a penthouse somewhere here in the City. Everytime I've seen him, he's got a new tramp and more cash. I've seen him before and not said a word to him, or mentioned him to my mom. He doesn't care about me, he only shows up right when I start to be happy.

Robbie Tiberius Piken
i look just like my father


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This is Rosco

[Robbie Piken]

The Sins of the Father

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So, writing in a journal is kinda girly - but it will let out a lot of information. A lot of inner angst, that I've held in most of my life.

It's kinda private too, but it's kinda open. I know an enigma much? Anyways, I guess I'll start with my life in my early years. Which I wish I could say were my best years, but unfortunately they were probably some of my worst. And I can't even remember them.

My mom and my dad had been married not even two months when she got pregnant with me. The only reason they got married was she was pregnant before me. But a week into the marriage she miscarried and lost who ever would have been my older sibling. My dad didn't even love her and was never faithful. He beat my mom when she was pregnant with me, and after I was born. He was an alcoholic too. To add insult to injury.

I was two when my mom kicked my dad out, but he was already gone. He had many other women, and was a complete womanizer, a lot how I am now. I love the ladies and they love me, but I don't normally date - I just have one night stands.

I did everything early, because while my mom was busy trying to get us money to survive I was roaming the roads. I started drinking at eleven, and I had sex for the first time when I was twelve. And drunk. And she was sixteen, and desperate. And that's when it all started. I knew I was good enough looking to not need commitment to get a release. So the string of one night stands started high gear when I hit highschool. At the Parthenon.

But now I'm a junior, and I see my faults. I'm trying my best to change. It's a slow process, I'm trying not to sleep around, maybe a committed relationship, and I'm diffidently not drinking as much as before.

All I have to say is, it's... the sins of a father