you.”
That was the first of three
times the school made my mom
take me to a psychologist to be
evaluated. Every psychologist who
examined me came back and said,
“There’s nothing wrong with this
kid.” I wasn’t ADD. I wasn’t a
sociopath. I was just creative and
independent and full of energy. The
therapists did give me a series of
tests, and they came to the
conclusion that I was either going
to make an excellent criminal or be
very good at catching criminals,
because I could always find
loopholes in the law. Whenever I