Virtual Gypsyz

22 Agosto 2003

I don’t know when my real birthday is supposed to be because my mother made an appointment to have me. She didn’t feel labor pains the day I came out. She just went to the hospital with a duffel bag of overnight clothes and toiletries, approached the window and said, “I have an appointment at 8 o’clock with Dr. so-and-so.”

“Is this a regular prenatal check-up?”

“No. Today’s the day!”

“Oh, well, congratulations. Just have a seat and we’ll call your name in a few moments. Help yourself to some water and there are magazines on the rack behind you.”

If I did not come out when I wanted to, then my life’s destiny was mapping out a very rational, very planned, very obedient experience on Earth. Perhaps because I was denied my own will from the very start, the complete opposite would characterize my personality. I would rebel against my parents, the social system, authority figures and the so-called institutions of life…and eventually lead the Second American Revolution. —->>>>