I come from a long line of attorneys and dental hygienists. My father was an small man, scared of his own shadow... which in hindsight makes sense, since his shadow did actually murder him the day after his 53rd birthday. My mother, a sweet woman that went by the name "Miss Bubbles" trained monkeys when away from the dentists office. After my father was killed, my mother left home and toured with the circus until she, too, was killed. By a trained monkey. The monkey's name, believe it or not, was "Irony".

That is some crazy shit, yo.