I figure if anyone knows anything about life, it is my dad. Born and raised on the muddy, wet streets of Seattle with his sister Robin, and his mother Pat my dad got into fights (mostly just got himself beat up), ran away from cops (for stupid things like throwing slushies at them), and rid in the back of a strangers yellow van all the way up into the mountains just to have something to do. However, for as adventurous my dad was, he still never seemed to learn things until he needed to.
