Adding to the satan worshiping drama, I decided to tell my folks that I had written a letter to Charles Manson because I was fascinated with his story and wanted to learn more about him. I told them how I couldn’t wait to hear back from him. You should have seen the look on their faces. Priceless! They were like, “Why? Why would you do that?”, I couldn’t keep a straight face, I just busted up laughing. I told them I was joking that I just wanted to see if they would really believe that I would do something like that and obviously they did. I was kind of bothered that they would think that because it just showed me that maybe they were buying into the whole, me being a devil worshiper thing and I was hoping that they wouldn’t. I explained to them that my choice of music hasn’t changed who I am as a person, it didn’t all of a sudden turn me to the dark side. I assured them that it was just people and their stupid assumptions because they don’t understand different. They are afraid of different or of things they don’t know anything about. It’s so easy to assume rather than find out the truth. By that time, the damage is already done. Luckily for me, I didn’t care and as long as my folks knew the truth, that was good enough for me. I had heard that my older bio-sib was afraid of me and was scared to talk to me. We hardly talked as it was and I found it funny that the older one was afraid or maybe that was just an excuse to not speak to me. I don’t know, it was whatever. I say that a lot. “It’s whatever”. Because it is. If it’s not important enough for me to care, then, it’s whatever.