Legend has it... before i was born the umbilical cord was wrapped several times around my neck (already hinting to what my life would become). But NO, my parents had to go and be selfish by allowing the doctors at Steven's Hospital to go in with a pair of forceps and a vacuum, forever leaving me with a permanent cone head. Thanks mom and dad... Really.
P.S. If you look closely at the picture you can see the scar from the first coat hanger attempt on my life. Or as my parents call it, the "mark of the chosen one."
P.S.S. Fuck you Harry Potter... I SURVIVED THE KILLING CURSE!