You'll all hate me:
One day my mother was doped up and being a real beast to me, so she sent me to my room. Big mistake. Her record collection was in my room. Did I mention it was 102 degrees outside, and I lived on the 3rd floor? Frisbees, folks. Frisbees. I devistated that collection, and had a nice bowl set after they all warped and bent. Elvis, Beatles, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Kiss. They all fell victim to my mighty discus throw! My back yard was littered with black discs of melting plastic.
Kevin
