School didn't work for me. I hated it.

Years ago, when I was writing westerns, other writers who were friends of mine wanted me to collaborate with them. And it just didn't work.

Adults are locked into car payments and divorces and work. They haven't got time to think fresh.

I hated school.

I would exercise constantly. I'd get up at 3:30 in the morning and exercise before school. I'd work out after school, and again before bed.

My parents were brutal to each other, so I slept in the basement by an old coal-fired furnace. I became a street kid. Occasionally, I'd live with aunts or uncles, then I'd run away to live in the woods, trapping and hunting game to survive. The wilderness pulled at me; still does.