I spent a lot of my childhood in my own head, making up stories. I didn’t have a lot of outside influences, so I was able to make my own decisions about what I wanted to do.
Nothing about it interested me. Or about anything else, except making up stories. If literacy weren’t so nearly universal, God knows what I’d be. A drain on the State, I shouldn’t wonder.
People started saying I was ignoring my country, making up stories about me. Ludicrous things, like that I throw tea on my assistants.
I didn’t play or like a lot of board games as a child. I liked playing with my G.I. Joes and making up adventures for them.
When I was small, my parents came back from Tijuana, and my dad bought me a very small acoustic guitar. I loved it. I started making up my own songs right away.
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