Smiling Out the Rearview Window

The Making of a Freak

When  I was a little kid, I used to smile and wave at people in the cars next to and behind us.

I was certain I would be discovered. Surely some talent scout or wealthy benefactor would see the world of potential in my cherubic face & think, “What a lovely child! A spark of something special.”

You could say my problems started there.

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