The key is under our mother’s pillow—just where Freud said it would be....

The key is under our mother’s pillow—just where Freud said it would be....
And the key MUST be stolen...
No mother worth her salt would give the key anyway.


If a son can’t steal it, he doesn’t deserve it...

...“I want to let the Wild Man out!”--“Come over and give Mommy a kiss.”

The possessiveness that mothers typically exercise on sons—not to mention the possessiveness that fathers typically exercise on daughters—can never be underestimated.

As he did so, he pinched one of his fingers.(That detail will become important in the next part of the story...)

After that subterfuge, he could become a corporate executive, a fundamentalist minister, a tenured professor, someone his parents could be proud of, who “has never seen the Wild Man.”

We’ve all replaced the key many times and lied about it...





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