If I went to them all dressed up and flashed a nice smile for the cameras it would probably be easier for me to get work. But I just can't tolerate it.
A lot of my friends are gangsters. Not like gangsters - well yeah all sorts...
In junior high school I was an object of pure ridicule for my dress...
I was 37 when my father died-and I no longer had any freedom of choice over what I would do with the rest of my life.
