I know exactly where I've come from, I know exactly who my mum and dad are.

I remember opening my dad's closet and there were, like, 40 suits, every color of the rainbow, plaid and winter and summer. He had two jewelry boxes full of watches and lighters and cuff links. And just... he was that guy. He was probably unfulfilled in his life in many ways.

My dad used to flush my mother's head down the toilet. I was so screwed up.

My dad's passion was to teach adults to read so they could read to their kids.

My dad knows how to tell a story. He'd make me laugh by doing all the different voices.