It was dreadful. They tried to put the little redhead in a cage.

I'm stronger and sassier as a redhead.

She's a fiery redhead,

There was a three-year chunk as a teen where I should have been tranquilized and put in a cage.

He was a long and skinny individual like myself, and I tried to emulate some of the things he did.

I felt that I ostracized myself by my behavior, by the past, by living with all the regrets of my mistakes, that I sort of wore a hair shirt and beat myself up most of the day thinking and regretting why did I make such a mistake? Why have I made so many mistakes?