I keep reading everywhere over the past two days two separate stories which have nothing in common except for
- their recent online ubiquity
- their high winning percentage in the "You think you have it bad? Well, I..." game
Entry #1: "You think you have it bad. Well, I found out my biological father was Charles Manson."
This, my friends, is a very OTT example of "You can't pick your family." Except, of course, Matthew Roberts did, in a way, make a choice by deciding to track down his biological parents. I seriously wonder how many adopted kids might decide, regarding their search for their birth parents, after hearing this story, to leave it well enough alone.
Roberts, a Gandhi-adoring, no-bug-killing vegetarian DJ, said: "It was like finding out your father is Hitler." Geez, a guy carves one swaztika into his forehead and it's "Hitler, Hitler, Hitler..."
Entry #2: I have decided not to actually describe for the sanity of certain readers. For the love of God (and you ever being to sleep again), Andy, please DO NOT read this story. As I am to horrible eye phobia, Andy is to this.
Of course, you may have heard about it. A certain diagnosis for 23 years. Except not. I only have one comment about the idea of this happening to me:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Seriously, terrifying.
