True story I hugged my mother once in life and she had a heart attack. My father was a maniac drunk and would climb fences everywhere I played lacrosse. Lots of fences. I last saw him at a game but I forget where. I told him about a boxing match I had won, and some guy who listened in told me I was sick. Wrong sport. It is time to quit my job and write. I have a partner and I think we can be JK Rowling