I was born in 1967. My name is Owen and my mother's name was Beth and my father's name was Stefan. My mother was a house wife while my father worked in the coal mines down town. We lived in Adelaide and for most of our lives we were a happy family. I had two siblings, both brothers. One day, my older brother passed away, shortly after my father died. It was a very melancholy period of time for the whole family and struggled to survive. One day, my younger brother came back from school. He has a paper bag filled with something which he shook around. It sounded like a bunch of pebbles or something small and in large capacity. He came and offer me some of the contents of the bag. It was nuts (as in the food). I had never before had nuts and I asked how he got a hang of them since at the time they were quite expensive and we didn't have the capital to afford such a luxury. He said he got them from his friend Deez. I then asked, who Deez was. Ever since that day I have lived in a constant state of misery and despair, wishing that I had the strength to take my own life, but I am far too weak.