Highschool nerd --spent every evening in the stacks of some library identifying with Kafka, Satre, Knut Hamsun (HUNGER), Nietsche, Camus. Got locked in the Northeastern University stacks once at night. Felt my way out to the main desk and SCREAMED. Took Green line home to Newton. No key to house. Threw stones on window till they let me in. After that they gave me a key. Not a normal childhood, but books were my brothers and sisters. My family was kind. I had a happy imaginary childhood.