I’ve written a book about my childhood. It has lots of good things in it, but the bad is not left out. It needs some editing and polishing, but I should be able to publish it this fall, or maybe next spring. It’s called, Just A Boy.
I firmly believe that all the things I’ve been through have combined to make me into who I am. Some of those things were bad, some were good, and some just were. I had no choice about most things until I was eighteen and could set out on my own, but even then I was never truly in control. There were demons that would not let me be.
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