Yes, son, it is me.
Thank God. I’ve waited all my life to say Fuck You for my buck teeth! Now fess up, who’s my Mom?
Well, you grew from a cow pie I was cultivating shrooms on under my bed. I was lonely one night and made love to it after taping a picture of Christina Ricci’s face on the lid. Sorry it took so long for the truth to come out.
All good. At least now I know why I’m having such a shitty trip of a life…thanks.
We’re all having a shitty trip in one way or another, son, all true poets are.