"I think he said something funny in his language."
-Stephen Young

Today was one of those. I think I would sell my brain for $1.93 so I can buy some gas for that life sucker sitting in the garage. A band practice that I want to pretend I don't know what a bass guitar is. Watching five little boys, and trying to put on my mean face, so they could guess that I mean business. Secret conversations...

Now that you know what my dad was hiding all this time, I can emphasize that it is hereditary. Yes I got it from someone. He really does use those big words all day long, and he really is that impatient, and he sometimes does pretend he is his own harmony/melody mixture. Too much creative genius being suppressed behind his lefthandedness and perpetual sobriety?