I am not sure that there is a good way to start this .
the memories of my childhood are fragmented at best but there is one image that goes far back to my childhood. Inside a bathroom a large one with an echo of the drip in the tub. One of those old tubs with feet. Everything is white and there is a skylight above. it is daytime. there is water in the tub and i am in it and then he comes or he is already there, with the smell of beer and the feeling of his unshaven face on my body. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 3 years old at he most, it's fuckin sick. that's enough

Exchange On a visit to England by Ghandi
Reporter:"what do you think of Western Civilisation,Mr.Ghandi?"
Ghandi: I think it would be a good idea.