This is filmed from a Camara, the auditorium is small a
few people line the seats as a Podium stands
imposing in the center of the room

A man would slowly come up to the Podium and speak softly into the Mic : Hello everyone, and welcome back to some that have been here before, and to others here for there first time, your among friends. First as always everything you say here is confidential, nothing will be shared publicly and everything is kept private, so Please share with us, Most of us will understand, and some one can always relate. This helps, is there anyone that would like to Volunteer?

A hand would raise in the back as Max would rise up his hand :Uh, I'll go I guessMax would make his way to the Podium as he tapped the Mic and kinda looked around. Well, I have never done anything like this before, but I have been told it would be good for me, like ever sense I was young..so I guess I should introduce my self, My name is Maximus Maddox Jr..and I have a anger problem.

The man from before would nod slowly and move back from the podium Please Max let us help, tell us about your self, why your here

Max just kinda looked at the man and would nod slowly in his direction and kinda position him self over the mic Well I am here for my family, in more ways that one, my family is more to me than just blood, the saying I guess goes blood is thicker than water, but in reality were I come from, family is those people that would die for you, that would stand idly in the street to make sure you didn't get jumped, they would sit at your bed side after you were beat in an inch of your life, there the ones that would have your back no mater the circumstance. Max would grab the bottle of water that was sitting there and take a drink before looking back at the crowed There the only real family I ever had, aside from my brother Endz. My dad, well he was no one to look up to, He was deceitful man, and he deserved what he got, As far as Im concerned he wasn't my father, my brother was more of a dad to me than him. My mother well she was addicted to Crack, sold her self on the street to make ends meat yah know, She one time brought one of her clients home, the man beat me senseless for sitting at my own table, I was eight at the time and didn't know how to watch my mouth, Man did I learn fast, I guess thats a lesson you learn fast when you grow up around here. He brought his hand up to kinda rub at his eye.

What do you mean Max, you learned fast? What happened exactly? Frankly I should of learned with my father, but I made a comment about the man slapping around my mom, he said something about he was paying, and could do what ever he wanted..Trying to explain a broken arm to the doctors was a hell of a story. Course docs see that shit all the time, didn't ask to many questions just let slide by and life as you know continues on. I loved my Mother, but she hated me. We didn't have a very good relationship at all really tho I do remember one Christmas she got me a YoYo..and a few days later my pops busted it over my head for getting into his stash of playboys. Would slowly clear his throat You guys wouldn't mind if yah know I took a short break? This is kinda harder than I thought Course Max..with that everyone how about a short intermission we will convene back shortly..

The camera would be shut off as people got up and slowly started to head out of the room

----To be continued----