outside of paris, i was only doing graffiti writing my name wherever i can on the rooftops. it s not that i had to escap by the window. my parents were sleeping on th couch in the neighboring room. as a child of immigrants, come from a family that neve had a voice. i feel like i m living - no one else would care one day, i was at a trai station in paris, waiting fo my friend and he was late. at some point, i see a bag tha was there. after two, three trains, the
affluneza and was never taught right from wrong. looking at the crime, eth couch was 16 y old when he left aarhhree times the blood alcohol level that is allowed in his system driving a high rate of speed. he plowed into the side of the road where a group of people had gathered to help a stranded motorist. his truck was also full of other teens. he killed four people in the side of the road. two people in his truck also remain seriously injured. but when he went before the judge, his attorney was arguing that he was the product of an affluent but totally dysfunctional home. he was never given supervision or taught the meaning of consequences for his actions themselves put a psychologist on the stand in the defense who described this as affluenza.