At the age of 18, I told my father that I didn't want to involve myself in the sexual culture of this planet and that I wanted to become a Eunuch. After much pleading from him not to, I still went ahead and got a full castration anyways. He then proceeded to commit suicide.

I've had many tragic and traumatic events take place in my life, too many and much too disturbing to post here, this event with my father is just one of the many latest big ones.

I don't suffer much from them though, I take it all in stride. I take comfort in that fact that this world doesnt owe me a damn thing. I accept what I am given. I don't expect happiness and prosperity from this existance.

Shit happens randomly and indiscriminately. You can't let it keep you down. Cry it out, cut your wrists up, smoke ounces to the head and move on to the next tragic event that awaits you.