I watch TV and see those happy families with the little baby who's takin its first steps or saying its first word. Them folks make such a big deal out of those things. They laugh, they cry...all cause they love their little hairless baboon.
And I sit there all that time and wonder...who was there when I took my first step? Who was there when I said my first word?
I doubt if my first word was mama or papa. I'm sure it was four letters though.
I don't care about them...And they don't care about me. But who really cares anyway.