They said I wouldn’t make it; I wouldn’t be anything more than rif raf, “street trash” they called me. My name is Lois Van Vlosen and this is the story of me on “the come up”. When I was a young boy, I was extremely privileged, my mother and father, Margret, and Thomas Van Vlosen, provided for my every need, I lived the white picket fence life, no issues, no nonsense. Seeing as I was young, I had no idea of the issues that were happening in my very house.
To be continued…