/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: Aronwj74 https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png If it weren't for electricity we'd all be watching television by candlelight. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds