Doug wasn't happy (hi there Doug); Excpecting a little more, so here goes I guess.
The youger years of Michel van Dyke
Michel (or Mike for friends) was born on June 22nd in 1984. The same day that
Virgin altlantic airways launched its first flight
from London Heathrow.
My dad, John van Dijk, is a Dutch IT entrepreneur and married to Enya Quinn, who's parents are from Ireland and migrated
to the USA to live in Boston. Hence that's the city where I spend a large part of my childhood.
I was raised bi-lingual, so I'm both fluent in English and Dutch. I wonder what good that'll ever do me,
but dad considered this sooo important :S.
Anyway, on to the part why I'm currently writing this; A few years ago, in 1994, dad again was out of
town/country/whatever, so I was at home alone with mom. Somewhat late at night I hear some weird noise down the stairs.
I snuck into the hallway hiding behind the couch. A guy in a ski-mask is searching through some drawers downstairs.
When he seems done there he comes walking up the stairs. I have to be really silent not to be heard by him.
He silently goes into the guestroom rummaging through some drawers there too, but quickly returns. He then
goes into moms room.
Btw. screw you Doug, I'm not going to write this down. She's dead, we all know it. You're getting payed a
lot by dad to fix me up, so fix me up in a proper way!