hmmm, what to write... hey, what not to write? oh, aha, good one...

to all you normal people out there whose parents can't figure out what the hell is going on with their f---ed up kid -

My parents actually think I'm crazy.

That is to say, they have me in psychiatric help. My cheap-ass parents who won't even contribute cash to their poor kid's college fund, are just gonna toss their hard-earned (cough, cough...) money away in a fuitile attempt to get in the head of probably the last person in the world they could begin to understand... second, perhaps, only to the man-of-the-hour-who's-soon-to-be-dead-unless-our-army-sucks, the one and only... Osama!!! (his name is kind of funny - don't just laugh, try it... o-sama... maybe he got tired of people making fun of it, and that's why he wants us all dead...) See, that's probably the sort of stuff that makes 'em think I'm crazy. Am I crazy? Most of the crazy guys are the ones who deny it, so I'm really stuck either way... Hell, we're all crazy as far as I can see, so I get off on account of that... bottom line being, they'll never comprehend, because deep down, they don't WANT to, so they're better off saving their money, or better yet, giving it to me... then they can get some insight as to my spending habits...