Around 11/16/1994 I was given a cool sketchbook to write out my thoughts and ideas and fantasies I kept bottled up. I still didn't write in it unless prompted, but then I let the genie out of the bottle on 7/22/1995 when I drew a picture of a submergable, self-sustained Pleasure Ark theme park promoted as "The safest place in the world" listing such features as "DNA, egg, sperm storage facilities" and "constant breeding stock".
That triggered the beginning of the end of my adult life as I knew it.
