Parents.

My childhood ended when I was three years old. My father told me to start acting like a man. My mother insisted on breast feeding me, then called me a pervert. A blatant homosexual with a penchant for physical and verbal abuse, and a drug-filled prostitute who forgot to charge. Those were the people who raised Jack Bullet. They were French-Candian poets. Even carnival people spat on them. They would blow smoke in my face so the curtains wouldn't smell. They tried to have me aborted...it didn't take. Even at three, I wished it had.