“Dad, I’m bored. What should I do?” “Why don’t you roam the world for a bit?” “…What?” And that’s how it started. I thought I’d spend my days doing something fun,You know, normal kid stuff. But No. My dad, being the totally normal and not at all intimidating person he is, thought “roaming the world” would be the perfect solution. Now I’m out here, trying to figure out why people keep staring at me like I’ve got two heads or something. It’s not like I’m that different. …Right?