I was created in May of 1979 that was the year of the Iranian revolution.
It was also the dying days of disco plus Sony introduced the walk-man.
Oh' and the price of gas was a mere $1.27 per gallon.
That must have been fucking excellent.
My earliest memory after the big adventure through the birth canal is rather harsh.
I saw pavement rush towards my eyes and felt a quick sensation of flight.
A blur of bare feet, several shoes, legs and nude shoulders.
Suddenly I felt secure and stable I had a head of hair to play in and ears to hold onto.
I saw tall buildings, lots of people and street cars.
Years of pondering this quick flash of remembrance and I'm clueless.
Kind of strange how everything after wards seemed such short of a time.
I remember pieces of my childhood spent with my older sister.
My parents weren't finished sexing yet and birthed two more girls.
As I got older I moved around and met many faces.
My heart has a soft spot for comical people and I find them to be ingenious.
If you can make me weak with laughter you're sure to make my body weak with desire.