Where I Came from: Part I


This is my mother with my older sister, Jonna. Note several things for the record:

1. Jonna's head, or the lack of hair covering the frontmost part of it, makes her look like an alien baby.

2. Jonna was too old for formula, which means that baby bottle was likely for me. Do we see me anywhere? What was I doing?

3. My mom has Coke, orange juice, formula, a creamer, and about 800 cups in front of her. Clearly there is some kind of demonic need for fluid at work here.


Anyway, isn't my mom pretty? Doesn't undo the fact that she's the devil's instrument, but it is nice.