What was your childhood like?

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-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 — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it.

Dad was a doctor, home by beach, boat shed, private school...

Then my parents split up and we lived in an old mud-brick house without hot water or modern toilet. Went to a two teacher country school.

A little bit of both sides.

Grew up in foster hell got more issues than Rolling Stone😒

Middle class in the Blue Ridge mountains of Georgia. My dad is a government scientist and my mother only worked here and there, when she got bored or was saving money for something for herself. I am the second youngest of 5 children so there was always some degree of organized chaos in the house. I often took to cutting trails through our woods that lead to the national forest to get away from it all.

It was typical for a bit. No one in the family was aware of the increasing financial problems my dad hid till it all exploded and my parents declared bankruptcy. They fostered kids in order to have some kind of extra income. I was left responsible for the kids even though I was also a kid. I stopped interacting with kids at school. My entire life became about taking care of my family and they were the only people I interacted with for years.

Working class in the city (the area has really gone downhill, which is saying something), poor but surviving. Simple things, most of what people think was common was a luxury. Home schooled because of the safety concerns, educated to 3rd grade but when we moved I was placed in 2nd due to age. Then nothing much happened for a while.

No complaints. Idyllic in many ways. Lived in a rural area and then next to a beach.