I'm your average seventeen year old boy. I was forced into a band, I'm living in a Troubled Teens home…and I see a purple monkey that likes to hump people…did I say 'average'?

I grew up with just my mom. She worked two jobs to keep us going and it was when she died from a car crash—drunk fucking driver—that I cracked and was sent to St. Clair's. Before then I was crazy but I dealt with it with the help of my mom…I don't have her any more and my aunt can't put up with me so here I am at Madison's Home for Troubled Teens.

I will be updating regularly, once a week.

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May Chains contains people with mental disabilities—I don't know how to word that more politically correct, sorry—I'm sorry if I don't give an accurate depiction of the symptoms or if I say anything offensive. It's all in good fun.

WARNING: there is boy love if you don't like it: go screw a shoe. There are some 'naughty' parts…bad language, violence, drug abuse, and bad jokes… I will be helpful though, and explain the ones I think are hard to follow at the end of each chapter, because I'm a kind crazy person.