When I was five I was standing at the end of my driveway and some fucker deliberately hit his nose and broke his neck (he was on the wrong side of the road and almost hit me). I was climbing over some stuff in my grandma's outbuilding, slipped and fell on a kitten. I was probably six years old. It took it a little while to die. I've never been the same. I found my favorite puppy from a litter dead in the road when I was about ten. It was still warm. I drowned a chipmunk that had its back broken by my uncle's dog. I felt bad but I couldn't bring myself to whack it with a stick. There were other childhood animal deaths but those stand out in particular. I lived in the country so I've always been surrounded by animals. My dog just turned 13 and he's really getting old in a hurry. Soon (but hopefully not too soon) it'll be time for more tears and a really big hole in the ground. www.psychicreform.com Change your mind. "I'm the commander--see, I don't need to explain--I do not need to explain why I say things. That's the interesting thing about being the president. Maybe somebody needs to explain to me why they say something, but I don't feel like I owe anybody an explanation." -- George Bush