I was born in Alabama in a small town where they called me "Patches" because I had patches on my clothes to cover up the holes. As far as I can remember, I always felt like a man trapped in a man's body which caused some confusion and prolonged moments of not belonging. I have never reconciled these feelings and still suffer from this condition -- some days are better than others...
In order to raise money for college, I used to sell carrots by Highway 24, between Muck City and Russellville. That went well for a while until the the infamous carrot blight of 1983 which swept through the parts of the country no one cares about.
Anyhow, I eventually went to