First, sorry if my English is poor, itís my second language. I live in Thailand where my Australian father and my Thai mother had me. My father die when I was ten. He didnít leave us anything. Later I learn that my mother was his secret wife. Life was very difficult after he die. We hardly had three meals a day. Then my older brother joined a boxing camp to become a boxer to help out. He was doing ok. So I was forced to train there when I was twelve. At twelve, nobody would hire me but people would pay to see teenagers fight. Yes, this is how things work here. In the camp we had to get up at five and run ten kilometers. Then practiced all day until sunset seven days a week. It was no fun being punched and kicked when in the ring or in the camp during practicing. The worst part was weight control. To maintain weight class, camp manager controlled who got to eat and didnít. I was allowed to have only vegetable soup for days even if my weight was only a few pounds over. People can count all my ribs a few days before the fight date. Because I eat/sleep/train in the camp, most money I earn from boxing which is not much went to the camp owner. But at least I was not a burden to my family. Then my mother was killed by a car accident. The killer ran away. Hard life at the boxing camp and my mother bad news made me leave the camp. I was sixteen with no education and no money. My brothers friend helped me getting a job as a construction laborer in Bangkok. Work was hard but my body used to it. The pay was very little. Just enough to get three meals a day and some change to contribute to my brothers friend. Then I met a girl through a friend. She was a school girl who always told me she likes my muscular body. She invited me to her parents house while nobody was home. We were about to have sex. All clothes striped down and her father came home. We were caught. I didnít know that her father was a police. He was very angry and found a way to put me in jail. I was beat up while in there for a week. It was one thing being kicked and punched when I was on the ring. Her merciless father handcuffed and hanged me from the ceiling like I was a punching bag. Other police knew this but nobody care. Then I lost the laborer job because I was in jail for a week. I could not find a new job. Desperately I went to work for gay bar where I had to dance naked at night trying to get customers to pick me. It was easier for me to talk to foreign customers because I knew English. I guess that was the only thing my father left to me. I could not choose customer and had to go with whoever paid for me. Most customers were ugly old men. Iím so sad that my life is terrible. I donít know if my future would be better.