basically i was born and raised in a poor village on the eastern river of malaria - a small nation adjacent to euthanasia. it was a good life. a simple life. oh i remember those summer nights...the sky pregnant with anticipation of an upcoming rain, a rain sure to burn it's way through our ramshackle accommodation and feed it's way into our skin; the mosquitoes prancing about in their toxic lime-green fluorescent brilliance from one pool to another, smacking into us only to leave their tinted coloration on our forearms in a vain attempt to drive their now-impotent stingers into our flesh. only the babies are vulnerable to them. we merely massage the insect further in to light up our skin in a the last-minute twilight game of tag. yes. those where the days of my youth. it is who i am...