I once told my mother and sister in our living room
that my home room teacher in sixth grade
had cussed a us. After a little prying they got me to say it.
She had called us asinine. And yet I was a lying SOB my whole
life was a lie. I knew how to stay in character.
– I could work with all the individuals who shared the level of IQ that I had –
And I…. something. But I was a lying SOB in everything.
