if we're going to be friends, then you should know that my kind were nearly extinct in the late 70s.
i was born in captivity. but because of some freak mix-up at the shelter, i was thrown into the wild and was raised by rabid squirrels. they taught me how to collect nuts.
when i was 18, i had to leave my squirrel family to live independently. before i left, they gave me two nuts to always remember them by. i always hang on to those two nuts whenever i needed comfort and strength... so please, quit asking me why my hands are always inside my pockets. during those moments, i'm channeling my inner strength... and the love of my squirrel family.
