Julio:	I packed some things into a bag. I didn't know where I was going. I slept on the street. I was outside. I packed some things into a bag. I walked – because the street was better than being in that house.
Daniel:	Why?
Julio:	Because I got so sick of it. I got sick of getting slapped and knocked around and pushed into chairs and forced to stay up all night, beating after beating after beating, spit on, trash, arguments, yelling, screaming. I can't stand the confusion. I can't take the confusion. I can't take that. I walked out the door, and I said, “I'll shoot myself before I deal with this another night.”