>wake up early one morning
>feels like something isn't right
>goes down stairs and walks into kitchen
>dad committed suicide by jury rigging the microwave so he could microwave his head
>head exploded all over microwave and counter
>therapy for years
>therapist doesn't really understand
>one day she badgers me and I get really pissed off
>start screaming at her
>"It's not my fault"
>silence for a few seconds, she thinks there's a break through
>"What's not your fault?"
>"That I was hungry!"
> "THAT SOMETHING SMELLED DELICIOUS!"