I'd have to say that the most important thing to me (Second only to God himself) Is my family. Today's mother's day of course. I can't tell you how much it tweeks me when I hear from people how they treat their mom's. Somethimes they even Brag about it. Then I figure that they must not have gotten what I got.

Nagged every day for what seemed like the silliest reason, some days gripped with a fear that would seem to rip your soul out of your head (Okay.... Really young here) and simply adored unconditionally despite my relentless faults that I often was too proud to be aware that I had at the time.

In short, I love my mother... No conspiracys, no shortcommings to be delt with. I'm not going to try and make a holliwood picure in my mind about my life and how my mother "Doesn't understand me" because she does, all that is teenage-rebellian crock.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it