Failed attempt at an essay!

I'll never forget that day, it was a Monday and the doors were locked. The schoolbus had just let us off. Shit, I thought, I didnt have my house key with me. I walked down the street to the near by playground and sat in the swing. The wind was blowing pretty hard. I pulled my sweatshirt up around my neck. I reached into my backpack and pulled out my copy of Catcher in the Rye. I can still remember that day, it snowed. I sported my new Pink Floyd hoodie and a pair of tattered jeans. At a slim 110 pounds, I was looking pretty sickly.
As long as I can remember, my family always had problems. Dad was an alchoholic, stupid fuck. My older brother killed himself when I was three. I failed the fifth grade, but that's nothing to brag about. Yup, just your regular American family. It was the best of days, it was the worst of days, right? Well, that night the phone rang.
"Your mother's in the hospital."
Happiness had just went to hell in a handbasket. Ma had led a pretty significant role in my life. When Jeff put the gun against his head and pulled the trigger, Ma was the one who kissed me on the forehead. I'm not one for mushy stuff, but hell, that's just about the best it could get. When Dad hit the booze again, it was Ma he hit. She still loved him, that crazy bitch. The world can be a cruel place for nice people.