This is a picture of Mom and Dad the year they adopted me.A picture says a thousand words, and probably explains alot. I guess in order to understand me you need to know the begining some 30 years ago now;before I was bankrupted, disgusted, jaded and hated. I grew up in a small town on the WI/IL border named lake Geneva WI. Given I've never actually seen a cow in person if one should ask, I'm from the Chicago Area.
So, Mom and Dad were all excited to hear that despite there hippie lifestyle they were eligible for a child and the adoption agency had a little boy for them. Needless to say they were a bit confused when they got me and I had no balls. They threw a big party, mom and dad went to show me off to all their friends. The chips and dip was in the car, the soda the beer, but I was on top of the car when they almost spead away. Later they would tell me when they got me home that night I had a dirty diaper and they both stared at me and thought "Ahhhhh what do we do...."
On the fly I was named after Becky Thather from the adventures of Tom sawer and huck finn. My middle name came from the broadway play Annie witch was mega popular that year. I had a stay at home dad, and grew up with lots of toy trucks, lincol logs and a green painted room. Oh yeah and I had a cool basement that was my play room. Dad used to stash his porn there. He would regret this later as he cried head in hands, thinking it was the playboy magazines that made me dye my hair blonde and get implants the size of watermelons.
And so begins The Becky Show...............................
