Is it just me or do mothers have the inherent superpower to make you completely anxious about every aspect of your existence, within a mere 2 minutes of speaking with them? Even when you try to change the subject to something light, fluffy - meaningless even - does your mother continue to take you down the darkest of dark paths like mine does? Please someone remind me to stop talking to her.
It seems only fitting to add an excerpt from my first zine - Geek Patrol! - here, that I wrote about the woman herself back in 1995. Upon reflection, it seems as though things haven't changed much!
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