Diary

I've often said throughout my life that I wrote like my life depended on it. Because often it did. That may sound dramatic. But writing was one of the few (and sometimes only) healthy outlets I had to deal with my less than pleasant youth. By the time I was a teenager, my homelife had deteriorated to the point that, in a desperate attempt to escape, I ran away for three months. I struck out into the streets armed with nothing but a knife and a cutthroat cigarette smile to pro