Sometimes I’m still not sure how I came to be here. Even at the height of my fame, I wasn’t sure. My life has, for the most part, been a gift and though there was a time when I would have protested intensely, I now know that my finger-tongues are a gift as well. I want to share the story of my life with you. Some have requested it, but most have not. Either way, here it is. My gift to you, my fans.2 My parents, Gall and Maude, met one day when they were in a diner. Both were Mues, of course, he a Skin and she an Outie, but their differences didn’t matter to either of them. My father has always had a thing for Outies, had in fact, dated many of them previously, but my mother was much younger and shy, barely able to look up from the plates of greasy eggs and burgers she would serve to the customers. My father ordered a vanilla milk shake as soon as he sat down at the counter and my mom, never having seen a shark Skin before became immediately enamored of him and promptly spilled his shake in his lap.
