I was nine. The support group meets on the first Thursday of every month.

ALIEN, I was 9. I remember the interior of the Nostromo and Sigourney Weaver’s tiny underwear like it was yesterday.

CODE BREAD!

I’m almost 50 and I feel empty inside too.

I wonder when we will start hearing about data breaches at credit monitoring services.

Why? Why did I click on those links?