As you know, I’ve been seeing the prison psychiatrist, and now, I am starting to realize that I needed to. Do you know what they call people like me in here? Ding Wings. No, I’m not in the psychiatric unit, but sometimes I feel like I may as well be. I want to tell you something that I’ve never told anyone before. You see, in talking to the head doctor here, it brought back a bunch of memories and stuff I just didn’t want to think about anymore. I admitted to you that I had been abused as a kid, by both my parents. Myself, Joe-Joe and Amy – we all got messed with by them, it wasn’t just me, but I can only tell you things from my perspective. I told you about my father playing that cruel joke on me, leaving me in the woods, to my own defenses. He did other things like that later on, too. That was just the first time, but definitely not the last. But my mother wasn’t any better, Melissa. One day, some money had come up missing out of her purse. I didn’t take it, but I knew who had.
