At around this time each night is when I begin to question everything.

What if my children become hippies? Would I be like, aw yeah, that's pretty awesome. You're doing something I never could do because I didn't have the balls? Or would I say something like, how dare you! Ruining the future I've carefully planned out for you.

In twenty years, what am I going to sound like? I'll be 41 by then.

Guichanaso.