
I'm 6253. Sometimes that's neat. Other times it's obnoxious. At the amusement park, for example, I can't ride certain rides because I just can't keep my limbs and head safely out of harm's way and my spine isn't short enough to sit comfortably in those harnesses that clamp down over your shoulders. And all those times when it's convenient, like when I'm at a show or in a crowd looking for someone, there are always the folks behind me hating me and the short people looking up with strange scared faces. Now I have a theme song. [...]