http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/escape_artist/ en-us http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/escape_artist/post-2559.html When I was around 5, life seemed so easy. Although I lived with an abusive father, an alcoholic mother and some of the lowest scum visiting constantly, life was reasonably good. I was neglected emotionally, but it didn't matter. There was a brand new w...