Monologue

While growing up the closest thing i had to a father was my oldest cousin Fausto; I called him Sandy though. He taught me pretty much everything i know and as a result his hobbies became mine. That is why i enjoy playing Basketball, chilling outside, and partying. Me, a young kid at 12 staying out all night causing havoc in the streets. Especially during the summer when there was no school, i dont even think i ever went home. We had barbeques almost every night and we would take my uncle’s car and just cruise all aroung New York trying to pick up girls. As a matter of fact that was how i got my first deathy scare. My cousin was racing his friends, but imagine he is driving a damn minivan but he still thinks he could drift with it for some reason. Well the car almost tips over during one of his so called drifts. My cousin didn’t just teach me to be street smart but he also taught me that school is what is most important.