Sure, sure, our sets of parents were different people, and sure enough our ancestory doesn't cross on friendly terms. But I look beyond that, I look into the heart of him, in the heart of myself, and I see that we are one in the same. That is all I have to say really, except I am hungry. Not just hungry in a
metaphorical sense, like how mankind hungers for love and warmth. I'm hungry as in I ...