I need to be one too,more than 12 does...

As much as I hate to write a strictly personal entry without any type of entertainment value...something compelled me to write about this:

In a nutshell: My family immigrated to America in 1990, just after the fall of the Soviet Union. We settled in Brooklyn, NY and that's where i grew up. I consider myself "born and raised" here. My parents never quite accomplished the "American Dream" of American lore, but it's all relative (we were far better off here then in the land of the hammer and sickle). So, after my parents separated times went from hard to harder...and I grew up making sure that me and my mother were getting by...and that's what we did. Money was tight, and still is, but through the good times and the bad I kept on hoping for something better with a childish twinkle in my eye, waiting for dumb luck.

Then something in me changed, I didn't just hope anymore, I set out to get it. I knew there were bigger and better things out there and my hunger for them-for the money, the power, the prestige-became insatiable. I looked around me and all I saw were people succeeding out of humble origins, some more humble than my own. I saw these 20 something year old kids with fancy cars, wads of cash and gorgeous women on their arms. I saw sleazy businessmen pulling up to local Russian restaurants in Bentley's and Lamborghini. I wanted that, I wanted that success-not their success, or their money-just success.

I see all these successful people in the world who don't have to worry about money, or how to put food on the table, or how to put their kids through school-and all I know is I need to be one too, more than twelve does...And I'll stop at nothing.