I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.

I definitely have managed to overcome dyslexia now to become a fully functional human being but things were a lot more difficult when I was younger.

My parents told us how they felt but never imposed their beliefs on us, although I appreciate I got a healthy sense of democracy from them.

I collect things that just look retarded.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.

At 12 I dropped out of school but I had lost interest in it at a much earlier age. For me, school was very very stressful.

When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.