Village Idiot
My father had called me an idiot from the day I was born. I’m not even sure that he knew my real name. The thing was that I wasn’t an idiot at all I actually got very good grades in school. I was just shy and sort of clumsy that’s all. As I hit puberty Mindy the preverbal girl next door used to tell me that my village had called and that they wanted their idiot back. That was just about the time that the Village People were singing YMCA and In The Navy. Mindy often teased me about...