I Have Daddy Issues. So I Keep

I Come From A Family Of Cops, And All Of Them Share That Understanding That They Put Their Lives On The Line.

That Was My Earliest Maladaptive Coping Mechanism I Forged When I Was A Kid. I Found That My Fists Weren't Going To Do Any Significant Protective Work For Me, So My Mouth Was It. Making My Father Laugh Was A Way To Control Him.

I'm Terrified That I'm Genetically Predisposed To Only Having Boys. That's Frightening. By The Time I Was 10 Years Old, And I'm Not Exaggerating, I Knew How To Patch Drywall.

I've Had The Pretty Good Fortune Of Working With Some Decent Guys And Gals.

The Fact That You're Friends Doesn't Necessarily Equate To Great Chemistry.