Yeah that was a tough street we lived on. And that puppy you had when you were young. Really a rat. You sister, well, we don't talk about your sister. And as for the "chicken" we ate for meals three times a day. Well, let's just say it wasn't a chicken in the genetic "chicken" sense of the word, but it was closely linked to a chicken, we were told. You seemed to like it, though. And do you remember the name of that psycho that lived across the street, Dave something...??? God, I hope you never bump into him again...
Have a safe Valentines Day,
Mom