I was every one's worst nightmare. I Was as mean as a snake bite. I was a walking collection of knives, straight razors and razor blades. I went out every night, in Oakland, looking for a fight. I was totally out of control. School was a waste of my time. I once beat a girl unconscious because I didn't like the way she said hello.
The police brought me home night after night until my hapless parents decided that I should get a husband to control me. At 15 I married, beginning the beating and torment of this unfortunate soul.
But I grew out of it.