A three-dollar pie.
I was born a three-dollar pie. I needed an operation.
The doctors got me mixed up with the baby of the family in the room next door, and turned me into a black butterfly. My parents wanted to hug and love me, but they were afraid they’d wipe the powder off of my wings. Finally after the third operation I was made into a person.
Also, I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus on highway 41. It’s true.
I think that having been born a pie, then turned into a butterfly before becoming human really shaped who I am today. I have more sympathy for pastries and winged individuals. But still I’m glad to have finally decided to become a starfish. It’s more comfortable for sleeping, and who wouldn’t want that?