When I was 7 I chased a young chick (of the poultry variety) next door in to the waiting jaws of the neighbors feline.
WHAT THE FUCK?!!? This is all a result of a fucked up childhood mind you. Father was a deadbeat thief who spent years in jail. Mother was a drug user who was in and out of the state penitentiary. Ever have the F.B.I break down your door and arrest your Madre along with her filthy mexican bf?!? I have so many stories that I can say in regards to this subject that it would take multiple threads to disclose. This actually was to my benefit in the long run. By their example I have not once touched a drug.
All in all, I think I turned out swell, other than the massive chip on my shoulder towards humanity. This is something I desperately need to work on as I have become more and more comfortable with being an anti-socialite. Is that a word?!?! Now it is.