My dad left home when I was 3. Told my mom he couldn't take it. It meaning me, and he was the alchohlic. Moonaholic. Whatever. I mean dependant on moonahol. Then one day man my mom, she drops me off at summer camp, and she says "see you later, forever" and she just drives off. E-e-ever since then, I've just been depressed. Everything I do is for attention. That's why I steal. I mean look at this, I stole this. What am I gonna do with this? I just really just you know, I just miss my dad and I don't know where my mom went, and man, no one really wants me around.