Writer Steve Stoute tells the story of how his father, John Stoute, was a petty thief, a petty criminal who didn’t really deserve to be in a position to help others.
“I know what it’s like to be a child in a society that tells you that you’re stupid and that you shouldn’t be able to be what you are,” he says.
“My father wasn’t a hero.
He was a criminal.
He didn’t deserve to have to do anything.”
Stoute’s father had a history of stealing.
He’d steal from his mother and his sister and sometimes, when they’d run out of money, he’d sell their belongings to raise money for a trip to Las Vegas.
He lived in a house in a strip mall in Las Vegas that had been built to house prostitutes, and his father worked there, too.
Stoute says he always felt like he was an outsider and an outsider who couldn’t make it.
“That’s what I thought, that he was going to take me from the inside out,” he said.
Stouting was a child of a single mom in a small-town Minnesota town.
He had to work for a living.
His father was the kind of person who would leave his children in the house if he thought they were being too hard on themselves.
Stout was never particularly interested in sports.
He did, however, play a sport that had a real impact on his life.
“I was playing basketball,” he remembers.
“You couldn’t stop me from doing my best.”
Stout, then 8, was working as a bouncer at a local nightclub when he heard a fight going on in the parking lot.
“The bouncer came in and told me to get on the ground,” he recalled.
“And I was just like, ‘You don’t want me to fight you?
I’ve got to go.'”
The next thing I knew, I was getting kicked in the groin.
“He had a cane, and I didn’t know what to do, and he just punched me in the face.”
After being knocked out, Stoute says, his father called him a coward.
“He told me, ‘It’s the end of the world.
If you don’t fight me, I’m going to put you in jail.'””
It was the end,” he told National Geographic.”
It didn’t seem fair,” he continued.
“It didn ‘t seem right to him.”
When he was 8, Stout said, he left home and went to live with his father.
He said his father took him to an old-fashioned amusement park, where they were attacked by two men who were “just beating them up and taking pictures.”
Stouting says he didn’t want to fight, and eventually he just agreed to fight them.
He fought the men, but it was his father who got him beaten.
“They knocked him out, and they put him in a car and drove him to the hospital,” he recounted.
“So they threw him in the back of the car and they took him out of the house and threw him into a cell, and that’s when I got the idea of running away from home and running away.
I wanted to be free.”
In addition to being a teenager, he also had the chance to play sports at a young age.
He says he was a “very good player” on the basketball team.
His dad took him on summer trips to Las Vegas to see the carnivals and amusement parks and he says he enjoyed his time with his friends.
Stouts mother and sister lived in the same house and they worked two jobs to support Stoute and his family.
His mother sold her jewelry and shoes, while his sister worked at a jewelry store, which she later told National Geographer magazine she was “forced to do because I was a single mother.”
Stouts father did a lot of “stuff,” too, though he never took the opportunity to go out and do anything, he said, because he was afraid his family would think he was lazy.
“There’s no place like home,” he remembered telling his mother.
“You can do whatever you want to do.
I was very happy there.”
Stough, who was the oldest of five children, had no interest in sports or the sports league that was growing up.
He preferred the more relaxed world of hanging out with friends and hanging out in the backyard.
“When I was little, my dad was always talking about how he was just going to be an actor,” Stough said.
“That was his hobby.
He wasn’t going to have a career.
He just wanted to play with his buddies and have fun.”
Staughts dad’s interest in athletics and the NFL grew in the late 1970s and early 1980s.
“We were going to the NFL camp and we were playing with a bunch of guys, and my dad said, ‘We’re not going