This boys story.

This boys story. The beginning,

I was 4 years old when my father left. He was my hero and i loved him. I was not aware until after his death that my father did not want me. It took me 50 + years to realize that neither he nor I was who I thought we were.

My mother, three sisters and an entourage in tow left Rapid City South Dakota in the middle of the night when I was 8 years old. I had gone to school that day and was not aware that my world was about to change in so many ways. The day was for me a normal day, the last normal day I will ever know. My grandfather who was on the city Council and had been involved with politics in the city for many years received a visit one night from a friend who just happened to be the chief of police. He came to tell my grandfather that if his daughter (my mother) did not move by morning she would be arrested for drug trafficking and an array of other charges………….