He tried to remember when he was a baby. He could only visualize a Polaroid photograph of a party in his stepfather's basement. There was his mother, all legs in a mini-skirt, his biological father, clueless, and, among an assortment of other mushroom-haired men, his future stepfather licking the edge of a hand-rolled cigarette. Lots of alcohol and joints were in play, and there he was, Paul,