i hated my childhood. my parents didnt even act like my parents, they disowned me and treated me with spite. i never learned to read or write, i gained no social skills. i lived in what i later learned was a "cage." my parents were nice enough to celebrate my birthday. on each of my birthdays, they would bathe me as a gift. when i turned eighteen, after my annual bath, my parents deserted me after they had told me they were performance artists-- whose objective was to skew and distort my ways of thinking-- and thats why i would kill a performance artist today.