I never did care for the term freak.I've been called a monster by small children, a devil by their parents, and a savage by anyone that doesn't understand the real me.If real beauty is found on this inside, then why does being born with ectrodactyly defined me?Why can no one see past the deformity bestowed upon me by fate?I used to be a good man a long time ago when I didn't know the difference.When performing for scraps from the tables of others...