The State of The Boy

As a child I was the ugliest nine year old you have ever seen. Not only was I ugly, but had no social skills, work ethic or general idea of what was going on around me. That changed the day I met George, my eventual best friend. By the time we were eighteen we had; Broken car windshields, lit a lot of stuff on fire, got chased by older brothers and were home-wreckers with older women.