Unfortunately, who you surround yourself with and the environment you exist in greatly influences your writing. Sometimes I wonder what my books would have been like if I'd have grown up in a nice quiet neighborhood where there was no crime, or maybe in a quaint country town where everyone knew each other. Then my books might have been more user-friendly. But no... my formative years were spent with the worst kinds of people. People who lied, and stole, and abused illegal drugs. Prostitutes and criminals. These are the poeple who made their impressions on me. These are the people and stories I write about. The dark side of human nature and society. Yeah, sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to grow up normally.