LastoftheDinosaurs

Too many to remember. My parents were divorced, and I lived with my dad. He let me have people over whenever I wanted. He even filled a glass vase with condoms and kept it in the kitchen, so it almost felt like he was encouraging it. There were two or three other houses in the neighborhood that were like that too.

Nothing too crazy, just lots of underage drinking and fights. The story I usually remember is when the cops sprayed pepper spray on all the interior door handles. I was hiding under my bed after they illegally entered my home without a warrant. I had locked the bedroom door and was trying to protect my dog.

I always wanted to be a programmer and live in the mountains. Got pretty close as a Systems Engineer in Denver a few years ago.