re: #19 WindUpBird

When i was a kid, a friend of mine had a mother that Bachmann reminds me of, she would literally lose her son in her own house, call our house looking for him, then later she’d discover he was upstairs in his room playing guitar the whole time

She always had that flattened affect not-really-communicating-with-you thing going on

Sharpies and Xanax?