Sometimes there just aren't any cakes to be had.
Kenny, at one year, dreams of chasing down wrong-doers under blue skies. Kind of like my brother who is 36 and a mechanic. The first sound he ever made was car noises, the only books he ever read were about cars. It was like he had one path and that was that. Do you know people like that who were just destined to be what they've become?