At 20 I was this bright, damaged kid trying to rite my way out of a concockted hell.I had to deal with my childhood sexual abuse, the mental abuse of my oftern absent, alcohlic father and all the normal crap of no education and no one looking out for me. Luckerly, I am possessed of an extream sence of humoure that understands that ultimately everything is funny. I often tell people that I am not a painter, I'm not a musician and what sort of idiot would want to be a poet? Young riters come to me and show me their wounds and I say - the gutter is a fine place to start from but a shit place to stay - pick up your bed and walk!
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