I'm A Good Judge Of My Own

I Was Desperate For Something To Read That Dealt Realistically With Teenage Life, And I Thought Others Might Be, Too.

Even The Most Primite Societies Have An Innate Resepect For The Insane.

The Difference Is That Was Then, This Is Now.

Suddenly It Wasn't Only A Personal Thing To Me. I Could Picture Hundreds And Hundreds Of Boys Living On The Wrong Sides Of Cities, Boys With Black Eyes Who Jumped At Their Own Shadows. Hundreds Of Boys Who Maybe Watched Sunsets And Looked At Stars And Ached For Something Better. I Could See Boys Going Down Under Street Lights Because They Were Mean And Tough And Hated The World, And It Was Too Late To Tell Them That There Was Still Good In It, And They Wouldn't Believe You If You Did.

My Mother Was Physically And Emotionally Abusive. My Father Was An Extremely Cold Man.