[Seahawk]

I had great parents. Without them there is a crime spree named after me.

Their one parental divot was they treated my sisters much differently than me - along the Vash line of thinking.

On our little ranch in Cali, they were the little Princesses of the Stable, I was Mongo the Stable Boy. I was the strong back and weak mind that had a list of chores every free minute. As my father was fond of saying to his half Spanish son: Manual Labor isn't the name of a Cuban jockey.

I honestly think I worked so hard at sports because it got me away from manure duty.

And yes, that is my only complaint; a weak, invalid accusation leveled against great parents I owe everything.