There are times when acting like a raving lunatic can save your life. In the foster care system, when another kid thinks you’re crazy, she’s more apt to leave you alone. Even when she’s much bigger than you, you know that she knows there’s such a thing as “crazy strength.” Crazy doesn’t hold anything back—doesn’t save anything in reserve. It doesn’t fight fair. It just goes ballistic . . . and crazy never stops. I’ve gone crazy before with a broken beer bottle, fending off drunken men. In a situation like this, however, crazy gets you killed—or worse—and there are things
