I probably shouldn't be posting this. It's cheesy, silly, very little action, not as complex as I like to try for.

I've been meditating on one day telling my parents their son is an anarchist bisexual furry. And my parents will handle it a bit worse then the Hindenburg handled St. Elmo's Fire.

So this story is related to that conversation everyone will have to have with their family. Where they admit to being a furry, or gay, or wanting to vote Republican in a family of Democrats.

In all seriousness, I know this story isn't complex. It's just me trying to get my emotions out. I hope everyone whose reading this is happy with who they are. I hope they can forgive and love people who aren't.