Right now? Just me and my mom.

The transmitters of tradition and responsibility.

The unit responsible for the primary socialization of the individual.

You try to forget them. If you can’t forget them, you hide from them. If you can’t hide, you ignore them. And if you can’t ignore them, you shut up and go to your room.

The generous sponsors of my Visa, Mastercard, and American Express.

The people I come after first.

Your pack.

Your troops – your brothers in arms.

What Dru used to call us, back in the day.

When a man and a woman come together in love and horniness and have lots of sex, which leads to pregnancy and the birth of cute little screaming, snot-nosed dependents.

What my father and brother never were.

Me, my sister, and my mom. And our friends.

What we are.