my father was a relentless selfimproving boulangerie owner from belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant 4 buggery.my mother was a 15 year old french prostitute named chloe with webbed feet.my father would womanize,he would drink,he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.sometimes he accused chestnuts of being lazy,the sort of general malaise that only a genius possess and the insane lament.my childhood was typical,summers in rangoon,luge lessons.in the spring we'd make meat helmets.when i was insolent i was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds,pretty standard really.at the age of 12 i recieved my first scribe.at the age of fourteen a zoroastrian named vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles,theres nothing like a shorn scrotum its breathtaking i suggest u try it.