And I mean the term freak very gently.
Yeah. For me, it's a unnerving sense of the alien, like noticing the off-key details of a dream as you're having a kegger with your college buddies at your great aunt and uncle's two-houses-ago-home and crocodiles are roaming wild in Kansas. Like standing in a Burger King in Budapest and trying to figure out how to order french fries; the landscape looks familiar, like you ought to know what you're doing, but the language is nothing like your own and nobody stops to help you, because you're dressed like you belong there instead of wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a fanny pack and sneakers that light up when you walk.
Like that.
I'm the poor relation in my family.
Yeah, but you're clearly the coolest, Gud.
Also poor relation, but they're all nouveau and shit, so I'm not sure it counts.
I don't think you can be
that
poor with a spaceship in the backyard and kids that cute.
I had one, but it was just in my mind, so I don't think it counts.
My kids had a castle, but it was boughten.
So, I think we consense that Gud's children should be envied their father. If my dad wasn't so great, and if I weren't
way
too old for that kind of thing, I'd trade.
I didn't even have enough backyard for a spaceship, never mind a castle!
t /tragic childhood
Well, I had the backyard, but it was filled with produce trees and Doberman Pinschers.
Well, and a badminton court, but we hardly ever strung the net up.
Because we preferred using the tennis backboard.
Wait, where was I?
Right. No spaceship! How wrong is that?
