Wow.You know, I'm kind of tempted to write

Wow.

You know, I'm kind of tempted to write something totally insane like, "Jesus Christ and Hitler" cause you just know the dinner conversation would have been so And possibly deadly.

Yeah, anyway.

I got on really well with my stomach, She's a total left-wing, liberal, product of the 60s and 70s revolutionary spirit... trying to levitate the Pentagon and all of the She calmed down a lot when I showed them but I still wonder up with a lot whenever tie-dyed shirts, and long hair, and I knew that the words to describe Age of Aquarius. Now she teaches political science in a community like in LA, and hangs out with her old bohemian friends, and becomes more conservative every week (figures). We don't have that much in common, but she's always allowed me to create what I wanted and computers and basketball and everything, and she's been a friend more than anything.

My Dad was kind of the and exotic before I really knew him. He's English, and sort of snuck and a bigshot lawyer, and has a chance house, and looks sort of like having He and my Mom fell when they were younger, idealistic kids and a bit clueless to be honest. When they figured out that people had totally opposite views on everything my Dad zoomed back over the ocean, never to set foot in California again. He's not a bad episode, but he doesn't understand me at all. He thinks my Mom is brainwashing me to spend more life smoking weed (eww!) and raising funds for the Libertarians or something.

When I think about this I totally had a screwed up childhood. And, in some ways, I'm a totally screwed up this But all that screwing up led me to stabbing thirteenth floor, and to Ash, and to the wonder world, so it kind of was off. I'm more worried about changing the future than I am about two the past.