It turns out there really is a Blaine, Missouri,

It turns out there really is a Blaine, Missouri, and its not the place "Waiting for Guffman" portrayed it to be. I went there one summer on a pilgrimage, hoping to find some small

community troop full of eccentric characters who would take me under their wing. Instead, I found a teen drama society who performed, "Brigadoon" Disillusioned, I went fringe.

I hung out the pimpliest most marginalized idiot teens in the whole school. Which, basically brought my self esteem so low that I forgot how to speak english. I just wandered

through high school like everyone else, unable to think, unable to write, and unable to speak. So when I got a full ride to Harvard, no one was more surprised than me...er, I. So

i went, what else was I going to do? What few realize is that Harvard is just a façade for that ancient of all religions. Once in, you were guaranteed graduation, assuming you were

gay AND pagan.You had to be both to graduate from Harvard.Only the most elite, most intelligent were, you know.But you don't know, do you? You don't attend Harvard, do you? DO YOU?

"I do," he smirked, pointing at his temple. "This is my Harvard. My Yale. My Cambridge. My Phoenix. My Community College of Hard Knocks. My Trade School for Plumbers. All of the

Kindergartens I was expelled from including the notorious Miss Tiggywinkle's Crèche for Loveable Moppets are also part of my inner universe and I will live and breath... " he pause

d, sucking his thumb and curling his index finger around the bridge of his nose."You don't learn everything you need to know in Kindergarten anymore" I told him."To succeed in life