I was never—everybody’s nice to each other and everything’s all sunshine and roses and uh—so that’s why it was disturbing to me. Because it seemed like for a long time I was—I thought everybody else was faking it and everybody was like me and they just didn’t act like it. Or I figured that I was a demon child or whatever. I don’t know.” At some point in his twenties, Keyes said, he had come to accept himself. He had also come to accept that he, too, might never know a why.
