Imagine me, if you must, as someone you once knew. Someone, perhaps, you liked. As a kid I was top of my class, not because I liked studying, but because I realized an education was my best shot at getting out. See, the stork dropped me in a small dustbowl of a town. There wasn't anything wrong with it. As far as boring towns go I'm sure it ranked above average, it was just boring. So were the otherkids, they're probably all still there. I had friends, but I always felt alone, no one ever left, but I was destined for other things, I wasn't gonna end up like my dad. It was bad enough people said I looked like him. My father's inability to express warmth was more than compensated by my mom