It did feel like [I was the black sheep of the family]. Other children might have pouted, I rebelled. I started smoking early. When my parents found out, I was again in trouble. Then came the alcohol, then smoking weed. Everything within a short amount of time, without my parents really noticing. They worked a lot in order for us to lead a good life. At some point I mixed with the completely wrong sort of people, which was when I started the cocaine and the crack. Because of the drugs I was no longer able to keep to agreed commitments. Again, my parents didn't understand that, so there was even more trouble, to the point where I didn't come home again. Then I started taking more and more drugs in order to forget my pangs of conscience.
