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Ever wonder what your children will do when they grow up? I know I have and it drives me mad. It’s really hard to imagine any of my children growing up and doing something I would disapprove of, but that’s just the way life is. Children are innocent for so long before they find themselves in the real world where everything has a sick twist to it. They go from playing cops and robbers to watching porn on their phones. It’s really hard believe, but it’s absolutely true. My son Josman seems to be one of those kids who already has a foot in the real world. All thanks to my wife and her sick habit of providing him with every type of dirty entertainment that exists and then some. It starts at a young age and never seems to stop. Our son is now sixteen and we got a letter from the hospital smoking weed every day, shooting heroin and gang banging at night. This isn’t how I pictured things going down when I was growing up, but it is what it is now, as they say. Josman is not exactly the type of kid that I would have wanted to be hanging around with when he was young. He’s always been a little rough and tumble and I’m pretty sure his mother gave him too much sugar at a young age. He had my temper and he liked to throw things and break things. His mother would always buy him weird toys and tell me stories about how Josman liked to sit outside at night and devour them in one sitting, which still blows my mind because my boy is now 5 feet 11 inches tall, but his favorite food is still sugar. Oddly enough, he still enjoys sugar to this day. He has a collection of gummy bears that must be in the high hundreds by now. I’ve kept an eye on him just to watch his sugar intake, but he’s always been good about himself when it comes down to that. I guess you could say he’s always had a real sweet tooth. I think the only thing I ever worried about in regards to Josman was his school life. He was always fighting with the other kids and getting into trouble. It actually got to a point where I almost sent him to a military school or put him in a program for troubled youth, but my wife told me that she would rather have him here to pamper and spoil than have it be some kind of training camp. Man, I just hope she’s right! It didn’t help that he never had any friends growing up. He would always come home from school with a bunch of scuff marks on his knuckles from the other kids picking on him. He also looked like he was constantly hungry because he was so small when he was little. cfa1e77820