How Hitting Rock Bottom Helped Me Realize It's Up to Me with Jay Siano #shorts

When I was transported on the bus with all of the other inmates to the court handcuffed, and the entire bus started singing 50 Cent, what up, blood? What up, guys? What up, blood? What up, gangster? The whole way. And let's just say I did not fit in very well on that bus. But having, you know, listen, I grew up very street smart. You know, I, I was constantly, I was constantly, I would say, straddling both sides, right? Like, I had my, my, my group of friends that were academics and athletes and so on and so forth. And that in my group of friends that almost, I'm not even joking, at least half of that group is no longer alive, right? But it was the, the experience of the family unit, right? Right. For me, like, it was the experience of my father, you know, just focusing solely on himself and really letting us down and, and quite frankly, disappearing and giving us no support. You know, from that moment on, like, my dad didn't even know the situation of me being in jail. So I just, you know, from that moment, that's when I fucking realized, dude, that nobody cares, right? Like, it's literally on me to decide what I'm going to do with my life.