>My father was lazy in worshiping his ancestors and used betel nuts instead of pig heads.
>When I was born, my mother had severe labor bleeding and my father was so anxious that he stuffed betel nuts into my mouth.
>In the bloody light, the betel nut twisted like a living creature, and the black smoke gathered into a skeleton.
>I sucked the juice and miraculously survived.
>When I was three years old, my father caught me secretly chewing betel nuts that he had hidden.
>Doctor's diagnosis: "Congenital betel nut dependence, unable to live past the age of 18
