My mother brought home a new boyfriend. He wasn't much different that the other ones, except he liked to read and he didn't abuse me. He worked for the sanitation department. So when he found children's books that people had thrown away, he'd bring them home to me. He was nice and I liked him. But then he and my mother got into drugs, and nothing was ever the same. They were stoned all the time. Once, I tried to throw out their drug stuff. But they caught me and gave me a beating.