"Now, it's a common and fond fantasy for children, and especially young boys, to nurture the idea that the strange, harsh, ridiculous, badly dressed people raising them are not their real parents, that some farcial mix-up attended the delivery, but when I was thirteen, fourteen, I liked my parents okay, and in truth it was them, my mom and dad, who seemed to be cooking up a little fantasy of their own, namely, that I was not their son."