Writing One- "The Good, The Bad, and The Memorable"

Antonio Sims
The Good, The Bad, and The Memorable

Where Do I Begin?, My life…well, my life hasn’t been mine since I was younger. During my earlier years life was everything I could dream of.. I didn’t have a single care in the world, no one to tell me how to live life, and not as many responsibilities. As I became more relied on by other people as I got older…so much negativity came into my life. I had people doubting me, family does not believe in me anymore , And never supported anything I did. I mean I know I’ve been in trouble numerous times, but I’m only human. What teenager do you know who doesn’t break any rules or feel the need to sometime be rebellious.
I can’t help the fact that my genes won’t allow me to be a little angel or completely obedient, but I feel that life needs a little adrenaline rush. I’m the type of person who believes in logic. For instance, when people say “You only live once, so live life to the fullest,” but how can I do that if they also say that I have to do all these things that hold me back from living life to the fullest? I have no problem with rules or anything, it’s just that sometimes the rules have to be broken. I’ve been trying to get back to those things most important to me like school, work, and church.
I was recently incarcerated in the county jail for a severe mistake I made.
I never thought I would ever go to jail though. When I was younger I stayed in the Juvenile Court, but I never was arrested for the stuff I did, and trust me … I did some very unlawful things. Maybe it’s just the thoughts that go through my head. Everyday I feel like releasing the feelings of pain, stress, heartache, neglect, rage, and so on. I tend to feel like a loose canon waiting to explode. It’s like Me against The World … and The World is winning. However there is a good side to being me. The good side of being Antonio Sims is that I do have people that I know for certain will be there with me through thick and thin.
Those are the people who know what I am … a SURVIVOR. Since the age of 15, I’ve been supplying myself with what I felt was essential to me. For example: My first car;- I bought it by myself. My first job - I got it by myself. I had to realize that no one could do for me what I can do for myself. Speaking of my first job; I’ll tell you no lie … it was TERRIBLE! Those people there were the most disrespectful people I had ever met in my life. My manager was always on my back for nothing. I could’ve been the most contributing worker that day
Do you think he cared?... Nope. All he saw was a guy worried about a paycheck. That’s why I had to resign from there. Oh and if you were curious about where I worked, it was Wendy’s on Barnett Shoals. You might as well say that I got nothing out of working at Wendy’s because I bought a car with the money I had saved from working there, which I believe was very depressing because the car that I had bought had broke on me about two months after I bought it.
That was the 1st car that I bought. The second car I was more satisfied with, because it was fully functional. Let me give you the details on both of the cars. The 1st car was a Gold Ford Taurus which didn’t have reverse, plus you had to keep pressing the gas pedal numerous times before the car actually moved anywhere. The second car was a red Chevrolet Beretta (loved that car). Everything on this car was functional (including the AC). The only thing wrong with this car was that it had a minor dent in it. I was so sad and upset when it broke on me though. I was on my way to a party uptown and suddenly the alternator belt had broke. So I had to put myself in a dangerous situation and risk driving all the way back across town.
So I did. And since that day I haven’t stepped foot in or near that car (I’d probably start crying if I did). Now at the age of seventeen, I’ve began to see that life is full of responsibilities. Responsibilities like keeping a car paid for, bills, and keeping life on track.