How can I describe me, Booger? When I was born at the tail end of the 70s<*dv_2*>, my parents called me Lewis and took me home to suburbia. They got me to the age of 18 with very few hassles. Then some horrible explosion of influences created Booger. Don't ask what those influences were, I can't remember exactly. I'm pretty sure that discovering alcohol, Bill Hicks, Martin Scorsese and the Rolling Stones had something to do with it. All I know is, Booger started taking over my life. Kind of like Bruce Banner has to deal with the Hulk, I have to deal with Booger. Normally its fine, sometimes he's a handful. The problem is, a lot more stuff seems to make me angry than used to make Dr Banner angry. Never mind a kid trapped in an overturned car, seeing Dr Fox<*dv_3*> gurning on the TV is enough to set me off. As a result, Booger seems to be getting stronger.
<*dv_0*> But hey, at least I never wake up in a ripped pair of jeans and the tatters of an old shirt.
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