I did not choose the thug life, it chose me.

Dad picked up my passport and birth certificate today, after having to explain to the guard why I could not provide him written permission to do so. Ain't nobody got time fo that! 

Dad said I wasn't supposed to smile in the picture if I was a true Hungarian. Plus I'm missing a few teeth. 

Now I just have to convince mom to take the big trip home to San Diego. I swear on the bible I'll be cute and quiet the whole way! (Does it matter that I'm agnostic?) Oh well!