My name is Rico Vonte Kovacs, and I'm warning you right now—this ain't no fairy tale. This is my life, told in my words, from my mouth to your screen. If you came here looking for some soft protagonist who apologizes for existing, click the back button and save us both the headache.
I was born a mistake, raised in hell, and shipped through a system that chews kids up and spits out corpses. I got scars that don't show on skin, a brain that won't shut off, and a temper that keeps trying to end my future before it starts. Every time I think I'm climbing out the mud, somebody throws a shovel.
This is a first-person story. My story. Written exactly how I think, how I talk, and how I survived. If that bothers you—if the slang, the rage, the honesty, or the blood makes you uncomfortable—then this book ain't for you. No hard feelings. Actually, screw that,
some
hard feelings. Close the tab and go read about elves or somin'.
But if you're still here? Buckle up. It's gonna get ugly before it gets better. And it might not get better at all.
