THE WOODS DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

How do you act like this place doesn't... You're always so positive. I guess it all just depends on how you choose to look at it. I grew up in a small village in Iran with my parents and two older brothers. My father, he was a very outspoken cleric, which wasn't always the most popular thing to be at the time. One day, it was my birthday. Actually, we were getting ready to go see my uncle.

These men showed up. They were angry, shouting. I remember my mother told me to hide. But I was so confused because we were just laughing. My father had told this story about... He was a really good storyteller. I think that's what made him such an effective preacher.

Anyway, I could tell my mother was afraid. My brothers had run to the door and now they were shouting too, and my mother just kept saying "Hide, hide." But I just stood there, I couldn't move, because it was all so strange. I mean, we were just laughing so hard, you know? It was gonna be the best birthday ever.

The sun was so bright coming in through the door that my father became a silhouette when they dragged him outside. And then, there was this pop, like a firecracker, and the silhouette fell down.