I was in my hometown recently visiting family. Always a good time. Always. Except when my mom walks into the room where I’m sleeping and wakes me up to tell me about vitamins I should be taking. Then this… “I’m worried about you being a vaygan.” Yes, she pronounced it vay-gan. Do I like being woken up to life advice? No, not really. But it beats her tactics when I was in high school: turning on the light, turning off the fan.
-Out of the Wilderness