That same night I went into the chicken coop, took my hooked knife which I used to pit peaches with, and carved her initials on the back side of my left hand … JA. Jane Addison. My first true love. The original Miss It. I was in such a fog that I forgot to cover it with a glove or something. At supper, right in front of my mother, my brother Bob said in a loud voice, What's that on your hand? I pretended not to hear. I quickly switched my fork to my right hand and put my left hand under the table. Hey, mom. Oscar cut himself, the bastard said. What? she cried out. She couldn't stand violence unless it was part of some beating to teach me respect.

p. 89. - Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972)