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| Unfortunately, none of us were high on heroin in this picture. |
I
grew up with a secure, loving family in a nice suburban area. This is the worst
possible way for a writer to grow up. If I were raised by drug addicts in the
ghetto I'd already have the makings of an interesting memoir. Unfortunately,
there's no built-in struggle to the story of my childhood, and it’ll probably
be a while before I’m able to write a memoir and become a famous writer. My
parents encouraged me to follow my dreams and made sure I always had everything
I ever needed and more. I never worried about having a roof over my head. I
never went hungry and anyone who knows what I looked like from ages 8 to 16 can
attest to this.
