It sounds like something from a Woody Guthrie song but it's true I was raised in a freight car.
It's easier to force feed people than it is to give 'em what they want. It...
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind and I can no longer recall them.
