So, this past Tuesday I brought a female friend to meet my mother; you know, all proper and junk. I leave the room to go to the bathroom, or something along those lines. Upon my return I see this look of sheer terror on the face of my lady friend and as my ears took hold of the conversation I could only hear my mother repeating, “I had to keep them fed, they are my world”. I knew instantly what had happened, and it’s the reason why I never bring anyone to meet my mother…..it was the story about when we were homeless and she slit the throats of my pet rabbits to keep myself and my three other siblings fed. She followed it up by retelling the stories from our stay at the local homeless shelter, me almost being aborted by my father with a broken Coke bottle, and other rather tough things for me to hear. But at the end of it all, I turned out “fine”. No need for concern here. Oh, the chick was not freaked-out at all by it…….I think I found a keeper, maybe.