I grew up in a broken home, a lower class, but in Australia poor is no where near as bad as poor anywhere else. I lived with mum and my sisters but would see dad on weekends. I never finished high school, I dropped out in year 11, but the Australian system is different to the U.S- year 11 would be equivalent to sophomore year or there abouts. I was a stand out student but because I left. I did not realize any of that potential, I became a street sweeper on the city council and developed a drug habit, not the cool kind; I was on speed which led to a psychosis and I had a break down. After years of psychological and medicinal treatment I ended up on a prescribed drug that works and it cleared my mind up enough to decide to pursue writing, for which I am yet to gain any real success but I love to do it; I suppose it is more therapeutic. But I am no longer on drugs and I’m doing fine.