well somebody recently asked me : "why you are like that?" My answer was because I'm special, but then I just realized it's all baout my family. My family is strange.
I'm not the only person who have to be right in every situation. I can't be wrong. unfortunately my father thinks he is always right. Of curse our opinions never are the same. And it's not like I am "a" and he sticks to "b". ohhh no, if he is "a" i am no closer than "z". And thats how we live shoulder to shoulder 30 letters away one from another.

I was about ten years old or even younger. I claimed on the roof of garages and trowed little rocks down. I just had to prove boys i have guts. I guess one or two or all rocks hit car or person. as a result to garage workers try to chase me down. and after half an hour racing around the block they finally got me. and kabooom from clear blue sky my dad fall out and hit the guy right in to the jaw.

the moral of the story: sometimes i am right, and sometimes he is, but never somebody else.

and another similarity. we both hate that Christmas came 2 week earlier than usual.