December 23, 2002
It sort of scares the crap out of me when I finish telling some horror story about how my mom treated me when I was a kid, and then realize Stephen will be telling those same stories about *me*. How much will I scar him? How much have I scarred him already? Shouldn't there be laws regulating who can be a parent, who can be trusted with the responsibility of shaping another human being's psyche? His perceptions of the world are forever going to be colored by what I put him through as a child. Who then Hell am I?