Hi there.

When I was a kid I was really skinny. I had long wavy blonde hair and was always tanned from playing outside. I had a huge forehead and still sort of do. That used to really bother me until someone told me it meant I had a larger brain than other folks. That made perfect sense to me since I already thought everyone else was a bit slow.

My best friend growing up lived downtown next to some empty lots, an old skate factory and the GO station. At 5 or so when the trains would start letting people out, they walked by her front lawn in great masses. Being both entrepreneurial and quite mean, we set up shop with a folding table right on the sidewalk and  asked a mere 25 cents for freshly muddied rocks, suitable for throwing at little brothers, big sisters, the elderly, or anyone else that annoyed you.

We couldn’t understand why those jerks in suits never wanted such lovely muddy rocks, but then again we didn’t understand a lot of things back then. Like why it was considered inappropriate to create clubs that excluded everyone we didn’t like, or why threatening to sue you first grade teachers ass got everybody all fired up.

Looking back, my years of hell-raising with DD were really what started it all.