Rising from the ashes of a disadvantaged childhood, a rock god emerges. Yeah, I’m a misfit. No real surprise there. It’s not that I’m not smart, I am, but the whole thing bores me. I head into the city and figure I’ll hang out in one of the alleys until it’s time to go home. Home, that’s a joke. Barbara and Rob are nice people, but they didn’t want a fifteen-year-old. The rest of the boys in their home are under ten. I keep to myself. I’m respectful, but I have no desire to get to know any of them as I probably won’t be there for long. I never…