I had learned months ago that my place in the family was the result of my parents adopting me. What my mom always said every year on my birthday was the heartwarming, although bullshit, story of how I was born with Listeria and I survived blah blah blah...not important nor relevant not true. What is true is that real mom was a drug addict piece of shit homeless hooker, I think is how she is describes her, and I was born a barely alive drug addict baby that needed a loving home.... As my real parents didn't want me nor could they provide the care a newborn needed. That's what I learned today. It's kind of a superhero story.... Is that why methamphetamines has made me stronger and smarter?! Who the fuck knows why? I am not a doctor nor is my piece of trash prostitute ex wife, Krusti Kristi the Kum Kovered Klown who did, at one time, work as a Neonatologist. Now she can't even volunteer at her most recent failed career, sucking cock and taking it in the ass, for pesos or expired pizza coupons. Or as she called it, Escorting.