I was born in a cross-fire hurricane. And I howled at my ma in the driving rain. I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag. I was schooled with a st ...more I was born in a cross-fire hurricane. And I howled at my ma in the driving rain. I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag. I was schooled with a strap right across my back. I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead. I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. I was crowned with a spike right thru my head. hide