We can’t choose our families. I was born into a rough family by any measure and this was the basis for my personality, slightly rough and abrupt. I had a drunken father who couldn’t keep a job and who was violent after drinking Lucky Lager beer. (I loved the puzzles in the twist off caps of Lucky Lager.) He also drank generic brand vodka that smelled like rubbing alcohol as did my mother who cried and looked out the window while drinking. My brother was going back to prison again and again being very violent and hateful and I had a sister that ignored it all and ran away as soon as she could. I tried to fit in a world I didn’t understand. As a young child I didn’t know that I was the loser of my grade school class. I didn’t have any real friends, hung out alone, ate candy, read, played with my dogs and horses.