"You ain't no kid!" say the critics. And they're right. I'm twenty eight. Kid to some. Kid to my parents. But I am also married, for those of you who don't already know. Baby on the way, at least in our thoughts. Gonna name him Schmiggie. Nah, that's not true. I would never. Gonna name him after my best friend, and it's not my choosing.
That's what you get when you deal with the soul mates of other soul mates. A lot twisted wires. A lot of salt constantly spilling into a deeper digging knife drill.