: About Me

"I Wish I Never Adopted You" These were the words spoken to me by my mother when I was six years old. It was a cold blistery winter day. My brother Patrick and I were playing down in the basement in our playroom. It was so chilly down there, and there was that musty basement smell that all Northern basements have. I was standing right between the big black chalkboard that my dad had built, and the bar. How do I remember all these details? Because for the rest of my life, I will never forget that day. When I was a child, my adoptive mother was mean. Mean as a snake. It didn't take much to s...