Which came first the chicken or the egg?
(Photo Courtesy of Pixabay.com) After Tony (not his real name) was born, his mom left him at the hospital. She was a crack addict and was obviously not in any condition to be a parent. When the hospital discovered she had left, they called his maternal grandmother, who was listed as an emergency contact on the admissions form, and told her that she needed to come and pick up her daughter's child. She did and for the next 10 years she did her best to raise him. By the time he was nine years old he was too much for her to handle. He started running away and staying out in the streets all night. Soon he began living in the streets, dealing drugs and sleeping wherever he could hustle a couch. When I met Tony, he was 17 years old and his, life by all accounts, had been Hell. He was well-built and handsome and used his charm to get women for sex, but he told me he did it mainly to make sure that he had a bed to sleep in most nights. I don’t know if he had any children