Angelica

He hated me.

I hated me.

The world hated me.

The only person that actually tolerated me was my mom, probably because my paychecks made it possible for her to live the life of a rock star. Plastic surgery, new cars, houses in Mexico - she had it all because of me.

Because of the grueling schedule she'd forced me into when I was two and barely able to talk.

My first word was commercial.

My second was hotdog.

Mainly ...