Part Of Why I Wrote Was Because I Couldn’t Speak

I’m not sure how or when I learned to speak.

My father was a lawyer and we were the 

courtroom…not much crosstalk there…and my

mother would wander the house, crying and

railing against society….nope….and after I 

left home…well, let’s just say the LSD didn’t 

speed the process of finding my voice, or else,

it did. Either way, any concept of what I thought 

I had going on was eliminated. It was Tabula

Rasa, not like you just suddenly stopped

believing in Jesus.