Let me go ahead and cut to the chase. This isn’t some Oedipus complex bullshit. Unlike that psychoanalytical crap, I never learned to identify with my step-father. I never got past the stage of wanting to kill him. To cut out his heart and stomp it into the dirt right there while my mother watched. [...]
“Are you punk?” We were standing outside of gym class in the hall waiting for the bell to ring or something. I was in a ratty maroon sweat jacket, dark blue corduroys and black canvas Chuck Taylors. Skater. Looking sharp, I thought, especially next to this fat kid with the long greasy hair and that [...]
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