|This could have been me.|
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been had I stayed with that hobo crazy lady instead of going back to live with the other crazy lady -- my real mother -- who may have done me more damage in the long run, for all I know. I would still have been me, but different. Tawdry, perhaps, but surely more interesting. I would have met an entirely different class of people than the striving, play-by-the-rules, ordinary folks who populated the insulated New York suburb where I grew up. I might have grown up to be a circus performer. Who knows -- I could have written a best-seller by now.