my dad the psychotic penpal, episode two

Remember that little note I e-mailed to my father right before my birthday? I forgot entirely about it until today. There are, so far, four replies.  

To refresh your memory, here is what happened last time.

( Letter One, in which similar themes are discussed as the last batch )

 So that one letter pretty much re-caps the general themes of the last batch - the corrupt and evil government that is out to kill him is working in collusion with my vindictive mother to brainwash me and destroy my talents. It's evident that he hasn't gotten any medical attention. He is still, yes, bonkers. 

( Letter Two: wherein I have been raised by kidnapping terrorists )

Sarina was my step-mother for a brief period of time when I was little. She hooked up with my parents and her two kids came with her. It was neat - I had siblings for the first time. This odd family unit is where Robin comes from. Sarina had one too, named Blake. Her family lives on the Island by Parksville somewhere - I sporadically try to find them. Blake would be around eighteen now? (I wonder if my dad is on his birth certificate). This means that Daniel and Brianna would be, (I think), 20 and 21, well old enough to be reasonable conversationalists. 

I don't know very much about my grandfather, except he was a jazz musician and an alcoholic. My grandmother loved him very much when they were young. (They had a ridiculous number of children, too). I don't know if I've ever been to Sardis. It's in the middle of absolutely nowhere. 

( Letter Three, which defies easy description.  )

My friend Blake put it best a few years ago when, over dinner in Victoria with the other One Yellow Rabbits, he kindly asked, "So when did your father fall off the edge of the world?" 

( Letter Four, over the uses of dead hookers and guns. Also, Christians. )

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I've found in there so far. A continued obsession with my mother, her (dead? fictional?) roommate Mary, my ex-stepmother Sarina, the christian government that wants us all dead, and a very strange note on hookers, which may or may not imply my father spent time as a pimp. Rock on.

So, what was your childhood like?

FYI

Reine's birthday party at Trout Lake has not been cancelled due to rain, they have merely moved to the gazebo.