Huh. Rainbows. I remember the last time I saw one, was about 1998 - I had just been given a Gameboy with Pokemon Blue. I vividly remember naming my Bulbasaur "weedguy." I used to laugh and laugh and pretend this idle distraction from my chaotic home wasn't escapism I desperately needed. I wasn't a nerd, after all!

A few months later, around winter sometime, my father beat me for the first time. The mean end of a whipping belt slashed across my forehead and forearms as I held them out in a defensive manner. "Cry more, bitch boy!" My mom had already resigned to a false reality and the volume of the television she watched would drown out my yawping and crying. A few years later I hit the age of 16 and had decided to take it upon myself to end the cycle of violence. Three steel jackets to the back of my father's head. Bang. Bang. Bang. And it had ended. Or so I thought, because I still play shit ass video games