who does your family consist of?
My immediate family consists of my mom, my dad, my older brother, myself, my stepfather, my stepmother, my stepsister, and various pets. My extended family consists of relatives I see on holidays and my friends.
what kind of pets do you have?
I have a calico cat named Iggy.
which neighborhood do you live in?
For now, I'm living in Hawthorn Square.
do you live alone?
Nope. I live with my dad, my stepmother, and my stepsister.
what is your idea of perfect happiness?
I don't believe in perfect happiness because I don't believe in perfection. Perfection is just a concept, an abstract idea, and if more people thought about it in those terms, humanity as a whole might be a lot less fixated on it. That said, for the sake of answering your question, I guess my idea of perfect happiness is chilling with good people, good music, and good weed.
what is your relationship with your parents like?
Asking me about my relationship with my parents is kind of like asking Lindsay Lohan about her relationship with hers. My mom walked out on my dad, my brother, and me when I was a kid and started shacking up with her high school sweetheart. She eventually remarried and moved out to Newport Beach, CA, seeming to forget all about us with the exception of infrequent phone calls and birthday cards. She came up to visit once a year for Chrismukkah to prove she remembered who we were, and with rare exceptions, that's still the extent of her influence. It's safe to assume that my dad is the lesser of the two evils, but we've only recently started working on our relationship. It used to be pretty combative.
what does your ideal weekend or day off look like?
My ideal weekend looks like the inside of my eyelids.
what do you regret most about your time in high school?
I regret letting my friend die.
which words do you overuse?
I think 'fuck' is my most frequently used word.
which fictional character do you most relate to?
Even before I started smoking weed, I connected with Jesse Pinkman on a spiritual level. I might not be melting bodies in my bathtub with hydrofluoric acid, taking weekend trips out to the boonies with Mr. White, or cooking blue sky against my will for Jack Welker's white supremacist gang, but I am struggling to find my greater purpose in life and make lasting connections with people. I can relate to Pinkman because I know what it feels like to be written off by people whose job it is to love you. I know what it feels like to be weighed down by guilt and self-loathing. And I know what it feels like to blame yourself for the death of a loved one. My fucking heart goes out to him. No wonder he was smoking the crystal.
how would you like to die?
I would like to die on my own terms, when I'm ready, when I know the people I love will be okay without me. I wouldn't.