My parents didn't plan having me, they weren't prepared. Instead they gave birth to what looked like an average ordinary baby. They were wrong. Growing up I was slow, my brain felt congested after my Father left my Mother for my babysitter. You did read that right and she was the meanest person I had ever encountered. I could go on but the point is many corners away and lots to cover. I was and still am a bit shy but found my niche via drinking and I had finally found an answer to my awkward appearance and overall demeanor in any situation. What felt wrong felt right and hiding my so called potion felt disastrous but necessary in order to fuel what had never been unlocked before. I had finally been revealed to myself, an eccentric side I'd hafta explore and record over time. Finally I had found a way to explore my spontaneous congestion of random thoughts and rhymes, the longevity is short, due to many broken phones but finally my compilation transformed into phone-book.