I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . .

Growing up, I didn't know anybody who didn't have a miner in the family. Both of my grandfathers were miners.

Growing up with three brothers and three sisters, I was the storyteller of the family... what my mother called 'The Liar.'

There was a kid that had five brothers and sisters, and the family was missing for like five days. I was watching TV, they [found each other] and now they're in San Antonio. So I bought them a little apartment in San Antonio. But I'm doing stuff like that all over.

It was hard for him to get up the crib, and of course my family, my brothers and sisters, told me, 'Something is wrong with Jacob,'

The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.