An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
Whenever BD had a pensive, thoughtful look on his face, his
grandfather would tell him, "You're either trying to squeeze one out or
you're wrestling with a thought that's too big for you. Either way you need to stop."
