I grew up without a 'tit'.On my own since 9th grade.My brother and two sisters as well,but I was the youngest.My brother ended up in and out of jail,I tried to go to college for a few years,but couldnt afford it,2.5 was a good run.I lied to authorities to stay in HS and lived with my sister,we sold drugs to live and it took over my siblings lives,I did not let that happen to me.I chose to leave my hometown at 18 which was the best thing I could have done.Started to work at 15 and ALWAYS had a job no matter what,dishwasher,apple picker,construction,I would do anything because I knew I needed to work to live.I was happy to wash dishes because I could eat and I would always work my way up to cook.It was sad to watch my bro and sisters lives get messed up by drugs and alchohol,but I was the youngest and learned from watching them,thing is,we all worked,all of us,always,no matter what.Maybe I am getting older but the work ethic in the younger generation just isnt what it used to be.