troubled_teen tender_square i got in trouble when i was a teen, he said. i was put into a psychiatric facility for a couple weeks in seattle, i was angry. the place was near a highway, and i remember throwing sticks—small twigs really—at passing cars, which is a pretty dangerous thing to do, it could’ve caused an accident. the cops showed up and i got taken to juvie. my mom was working at a bar at the time, we lived in the country, and she ran into this guy there who had just gotten out of jail and was running a farm. it’s all so weird now when i think about it. somehow she convinced the court to let me volunteer there as part of my community service. the farm was strange. he had me doing drywall, i was spending the night there–i was fifteen years old! he had me take apart this rotting deck and i stepped on a nail. and i went up to him and said i needed to stop, that i was going to feed the animals instead. so i went to the stable and started feeding a donkey and…the donkey bit my arm. like, took a chunk out of my arm, see the scar? the donkey didn’t want me to go, the animals were neglected. and to be honest, i never saw where that chunk of skin went, i think the donkey ate it. 221007 what's it to you? who go blather from