Ranch Hand ch.1
My name is Cris, and this is my story… I was 18 and had spent five of the last six years in and out of foster homes, jail and halfway houses. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 12 and there were no relatives to take me in. I admit that I was a handful at that point, was very mad that my folks left me all alone and I guess I let it out by being a pain in the ass to those foster families that took me in. It took going to juvenile hall for six months on an assault charge when I was 16 to finally get me straightened out. The county made everyone go to a shrink during their incarceration, the doc turned out to be a …