What kind of grown man sits alone in a room, making up stories about serial killers?

I’ve got a guest post up at damppebbles to kick off the PsychoAnalysis blog tour.

Here’s a snippet:

My earliest childhood memories involve a chase: hurrying out of my parents’ restaurant and down an alleyway; abandoning my den-building at a friend’s house when my father discovered our whereabouts; watching cartoons in a women’s hostel; and my mother screaming “he wants to take my children” as Dad caught up with us.

Head over to damppebbles to read the whole post.

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