My mom is pretty cool. She used to be a fire-breather in carnivals and did children's face paint. She's train-hopped and hitch-hiked all across America and France (in the 70s I think?). She took a glass blowing class when I was child. Performed at small stages. Among many things.
The only thing I remember from my dream tonight is this very vivid cinematic shot of a army with the subtitles "ballsacks creaking" .... so I had to create it.
@GreenTextRepost Had this realization when I was 16, tried to explain my social anxiety diagnosis. Dad said "well so what you feel nervous before seeing people? Just throw up and then you feel better, that's what I always do!"