 I
gave my parents an outer-worldly visit in their dreams. And voila! I
was born. Born January 9th 1982, I am destined to do great things. Notice
my birthday 1/9/82 or 1982, the year I was born. A coincidence, no way
I am the best person in the world. Anyway,
in Odessa, Texas on the coldest day of the year (and only nine days
in), I came to work
at 9 AM on the dot. My mother's smallest baby, I weighed in at 7.5 pounds.
I stayed in Texas till the end of kindergarten, then my family moved
back to Utah.
 The
funny thing about Utah is once, you are here you are addicted. Sure,
you can leave anytime you want but it always calls to you in your
sleep and pulls you back. If anyone can break that cycle, it's me.
Remember as afore stated, 'I'm the best person in the world!' No
wait, scratch that. I am the best person in the Universe.
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