I was born near 1976 as a POW after the Vietnam War.

I grew up "on the other side of the tracks" of a US Military base in Germany (symmetry) until the age of four.
I remember helicopters from the garden that my parents used.  I remember a very, let's say, psychedelic
experience until the age of four.

We then moved to a place, that I today call the Pig Pen.  It is a KGB/CIA/KIA base.  Back then, I remember
there was a lot of "supposed" US Army movement.  Let's revisit this later.

In 1987 (a very 187-like number) I moved to North America as a prime 0xBB.

In 2002 after being poisoned.  I returned to the Pig Pen, which was still staffed by "US Army" soldiers.

In 2014 the base was disbanded, CIA staff moved in, nothing changes much.

In 2013, I moved to a place called "German Yard" which is called Deutschhof, before the 1987 years it
was a site where teletubbies houses existed on large green patches of grass.

Today everything is a little funny, yes I'm a german Yaady, yes I'm white, I haven't been on my "meds" for
a few months, I fired my Psychiatrist, she doesn't serve me anymore and insulted me deeply when I was about
to move to Ottawa for a new start.  She called my imaginary girlfriend "ein zotteliges tier" a racist term
for someone with dreadlocks, which in itself is a lie.  I never saw a Yeti with fangs.  These people are the
most improfessional people I've ever worked with. This place is a punishment, not a healing place.

I've been unemployed for about 24 years now, with odd part-time work here and there to get backdoored computers.
Fun.

Well see you around.  Say hi to GI Joe for me!