Being crazy I mean. I am seriously crazy. I don’t blame anyone else but I think the easiest way to understand me is to tell you why I am crazy. I have early childhood memories of my mother selling herself to strangers. We lived in a house with no carpet, nails sticking up out of the floor. I saw her boyfriends beat her, I heard much worse things. I was very young maybe not even two years old… I can remember vividly though. At some point, I can’t remember what happened, my mom dissapeared. I remember being alone in the house with my sisters wondering […]