in the face of a viciously competitive parent, we took refuge in underachievement.
(the school of life)

~and we are eternally grateful. i remember the peas, the gray peas, and the clean plate club, damn memory, thanks dad, with your parsimonious presence and just desserts. just kidding, ole man, we forgive you a very long time. and i still walk away from the table, sumbitch. you made a slow leaning anarchist out of me. remember when i got 31 strikes in little league, it took them 31 pitches to get me out! i went on strike at home plate by not striking out! ha ha i was the strikout king of anarchy in little league? before i knew the rules or had the vocabulary! what rules! and i was looking at a spider monkey on the first base sideline the whole forking time! 
i was a precocious success in anarchy. bless you my pa-pa-patriarch. 
by the way i just scored 6 on the ace test, woo-hoo, we do the best we do.