A Gangster's Life Story

by: Sweet Rat Snatcher

As a kid, I went from troubled - to bad - to worse. By the moment I was 17, I had dropped out of school to turn into a gangster. I was obsessed to alcohol, smoking, vulgarities and pornography while pursuing a life of misdeed.

I was born in Singapore in 1980, and grew up in a Christian family. Regardless of hating to go to church, I was required to go to by my parents. They sent me to a Christian school but that didn't aid. When I reached high school, that's when I was inclined by my friends, and got implicated in a gang, smoking and skipping school. Things were turning from bad to worse as this became a everyday life of burden for me.


Then I started shoplifting, vandalizing, drinking and reaching into fights. My folks initiate out about it and tried to talk me out of it, but it didn't work. I was very impolite, bad-tempered and vulgar. My teachers, the school staff, relatives, good friends and even counsellors tried talking to me, but nobody of them could get through.

The Street Life

I was expelled from school because of my bad manner and poor number present. I became a loafer at age 17. It didn't really matter to me that I was a dropout. Rather, it gave me further reasons to turn out to be a full-time gangster.

I frequented pubs with my gang members every day. I became a extremely heavy smoker and I got addicted on alcohol. I was jam-packed of obscenities and got addicted to pornography. I started womanizing and stayed away from home the majority of the time. There were times I got implicated in armed robberies. Most of my friends were drug addicts and ex-convicts. This anxious life took manage over me. I was so vanished in my sin. I became the most horrible guy in my family. No one could transform me; not even the Army.

After I was drafted into the Singapore Armed Forces, many people thought I would change for the better, but unluckily, I did not. I got myself into the army prison (imprisonment barracks) for going A.W.O.L (unauthorized absence) and for my bad attitude. I was also brought back to the police station a couple of times. My way of life kept pointing me to the prison, but I would always run away without getting caught. Read more...