"Let's put it this way, I'm living in a homeless shelter, and I hate my life the least right now. My mother was very verbally abusive. I was a chubby kid, and she'd make fun of my weight whenever she got mad at me. She was always on drugs. I'd come into the kitchen sometimes and find her passed out at the sink with the water running. She gave me my first heroin when I was 17. She used to make me panhandle to support her habit."