Hippies! A hippie talked to me at a gas station once when I was coming home from Oregon. He asked me if the people in Oregon were happy. I said um...sure, I guess, I never really thought about the people in Oregon and how happy they are. I'm scared of very small bugs that crawl on you, like very small black widows, I always have a fear a venomous spider will crawl on me and bite me where I can't see it. Those potatoe bugs (mole crickets/spider crickets) THOSE FREAK ME OUT. Big police officers with a bad case of the rages. Big guys in jail, that stare at you funny. Being 7, lost in the woods after being told stories about whats out in the woods, then your dad tells you to come with him to take a pee and he leaves you out there by yourself and its pitch black and bushes are rustling all around you...yeah my dad got a kick outta that one. Roosters! When I was about 5 my dad told me to go chase a rooster and it beat the shit outta me. It clawed my face as my dad watched...and laughed. My grandpa broke the roosters neck later that day and we ate it for dinner. Revenge is so sweet. My dad =