gravy pool.

I doubt that any of you Johnny and Suzie Care-Nots are the least bit interested in the trials and tribulations of one Herbert U. Norway in the last month and one-fifteenth, so perchance it's time that I begin to flash a piercing light into the fog of my yesteryears...

I was born in a coat of armour to a working-class mother of eleven. She worked in the cotton mines, and could scarcely feed herself, nevermind the middle-class Los Angelite family that she had the misdirection to sponsor. Obviously, mine was a cruel upbringing in a neighbourhood of ill-repute. The moon!

Coming up next, Herbert converts to Islam, then Judaism, then Judo-Islamisism.