Mmmmm, the hours spent afterdark digging through dirt at school, tasting freshly-cut grass, rolling down hills at school in a little ball, spitting chewed up crackers all over school benches, laughing in the principal's face when his face burned a pristine apple red, engaging in daily, endless handball tournaments with one kid until midnight afterschool, happily pulling my little brothers (sx/sp e34 istp and so/sp e67 isfj) in some dinky red wagon down our street's incredibly steep hill to fill our mom's water jugs, getting Penguins frozen yogurt along the way, dumping the entire sugar jar in my Dr. Pepper while watching the big screen in our mom's conference room while she worked weekends (sx/sp e12 esfj), endlessly murdering, then resurrecting ghosts just to kill them off again while playing
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TaskMaker, staying up to watch the Maxx on SATURDAY NIGHTS AT 10/9C in the dark.
It probably would've been convenient to have a dad while growing up, but shit's shit. All everything jo bahls learnin' speriences.
Always been pretty agreeable on the surface, probably more aloof than I realize, but for as long as I can remember I've loved sniffing out people who think they aren't human or above others in any fashion and watching them squirm like the fucking worms they are, which requires a certain amount of forwardness that most seem uncomfortable around, so once people realize the fact that very little escapes my perceptions, with a particular focus on unconscious static, they give me the skunk tail. Completely understandable.
I was really into dinosaurs, so my bookshelf had encyclopedias from A-Z that I'd pull down to study whenever I could focus. Anything that captured my attention was (still isn't) purely foo foo; there had to be some grounding element. Monsters aren't shit if they don't actually exist, so when writing whichever stories, I'd try to infuse as much knowledge of the unconscious human mind, an ultimate, ideal distillation of true human aloneness into words as possible, which pumped mud, blood, guts and all into whatever I was creating; my goal has always been to locate where the afterburners are, to blur the lines between unreal and real, death and life, truth and fiction, as much as I can weave together while making it universally, logically coherent.
Nothing more refreshing than being utterly indisputable, right, forum?