" There was a green painted bench cemented into the ground behind the huge boulders lining the shore for erosion prevention. We sat, this is not going...to be easy and it may just defy credibility a little. "I ran away from home when I was twelve years old. Whether for valid or invalid reasons I couldn't really say even now. I tried to get by around Sydney at first, but even in the late fifties the only way a street kid like myself could make some money was having sex with old fat men in park. ..everything...in the mirror. I made a complete idiot out of myself, I kept telling myself as I showered and cleaned up. After drying myself off I put fresh white underpants and a thin t-shirt on then walked through the hallway to the kitchen where my mom was standing and making some pancakes. She was wearing a long aquamarine shirt, as far as I could tell without any bra or panties, it's always been like that since I was young when it was hot in the house. Nothing sexual ever came up and there. Now I wondered how his wife fit into this equation. ‘I believe I can help you there. Tell me how your troublesome wife fits into this.’ Again he paused for a few beats and then vented. ‘The miserable bitch has to go. She’s become worthless. She is a cold fish in bed and worse out of bed. The problem is getting rid of her is going to cost me a fortune and I’ll be damned if I see her leave in better shape than me. I’d rather shit on her.’ This sounded like a bit more of a challenge. I read a few. This was still the mid- 70s though, and the romantic idea oftaking off on the road looking for something better was still alive.So, one night I packed my old boy scout backpack with some stuff, tied asleeping bag on it, and walked out to the nearby interstate and stuckout my thumb. There had to be something better somewhere else, so Ifigured I would go there to find myself.I did a lot of things to survive over the next 17 years. One thing Ididn't do much was think about being a girl. Drugs.