In continuation of Part 1 (read here) So, arriving back at my father's, I couldnt stand the sight of it, or him, as these were reminders of how I ended up becoming victim to such experiences. My father, nor my mother, had any interest in helping me, and so I was set back out to the streets. I lived homeless in several different cities along the west coast. I used drugs and alcohol to cope with my grievances. I believe that if it were not for my relationship with drugs and alcohol during my life on the streets, I would have quite likely committed suicide. Yet I also would not see that as a suicide, but would equate that to murder, victim of bullying. Essentially, that to me, would be con