I come from a long line of liars. Don’t believe that. I come from a short stock of thieves. That part may be true. My father was a safecracker in Idaho. “Why Idaho?” I asked him. Less competition. “Isn’t that ‘cause there’s less of value?” Why are you always so negative, Son? “Ever since Mom died in the accident, you’ve been a real prick; I wish you weren’t my father.” Sit down. There are some things you should know.
(Forthcoming in Flywheel Magazine.)