I was back with Janey, my social worker and salvation in this screwed up life of mine. I found myself in foster care when I was only three, Mom deciding she wanted nothing to do with me and Dad deciding that a life with his sister was much preferred to him dealing with me.

Jackie, his sister, tried her best to help raise me, but she was struggling to keep employed and keep a roof over her head. Somehow she managed to keep us above water, although when I got old enough to push a lawn mower around I did a few of the neighbor’s yards to add a few dollars to the pot each week.