(nor could My Gramma excuse holding-on to her twistedness - by blaming the early twisters)
Pre-adolescent trauma will do it every time / well, often enough to make book on.

Can't even blame Boston's site-peculiar clans of bullies, so typical of shit slums everywhere; you could have learned street-smarts then, or gone to a shrink later, before the freak-out became deeply embedded in that once-malleable jelloware.

Now of course, too late: jello-->concrete process complete.
Nope, if there's blame for bein marlowesque - blong to the Fear in that faux behind faux-marlowe.



HTH

(No charge. But just this once.)