stephen stole my mom in the nick of time from her job as a roller skating waitress at the bob's big boy in glendale, california which shared a prominent location on the main drag with an unsuspectable auto body shop which hid the depraved actions of angelo buono and kenneth bianchi- otherwise known as the hillside stranglers who began their absurd behavior shortly after the lovebirds made their migration north in the company of 12 cats of various sizes and paint jobs who shared a penchant for shitting in my dad's boots at night. between the bouts of guilt ridden phone calls placed on the sides of lonely roads to panic stricken parents to the colorful explosion of the drugs of youth there existed many tribulations yet true exuberance within each others company. the spinning top of their life eventually came to rest on the edges of an indian reservation in an oregon forest where i came into this world on a night filled with wild thunder and lightening that stole the power from the hospital where my mom laid labouring. outside, the mighty river rose up and swept away many, many young trees.