I feel like I was left to figure out things for myself. I was the youngst of 4 so I don't blame anyone. Pappa Charnow and his Lady just wanted to get down. . . They didn't want to wast any more time on being a parent. I think they just figured "Been their done that, we have 3 others to show him what's up." Well that's not how it worked out. Nobody told me shit. I'm still pretty clueless on shit. But here is what I put together so far.

When you are in love this is what you do. Man on Woman. Man on Man. Woman on Man Woman on Woman. . .and so on. whatever tickles your fancy.

Nine months after you have completed step one you are born and this is what you look like with way less hair. Your a Babby! Cute huh?

Your now a little Lodd. You are learning new things and your body starts to change and you don't really have any responcibility. It's pretty sweet.

Now your old and it's pretty much a make or break situation. Your eithor killing it at life or sucking really bad. To say it more simple would you rather be Michale Jackson from Thriller or be Michael Jackson 2006?

Then Your 86ed.

After you die your in heaven with God or Morrissey. Same fucking difference.