The Little Bastard: Autobiography of a Sociopath

Through conversation with a friend who happens to be a mental health worker, I discovered that I have an antisocial personality type. An employer who was a psychiatrist confirmed this discovery and prescribed a medication. Not knowing if this is an inherited defect that can be passed along to my children, I look back over my life hoping to identify some point at which this malfunction might have been created by some catastrophic event, thus sparing my children from a genetic defect. I discovered the therapeutic value of my writing to be invaluable.