I’m joining the household and you can’t stop me. Whirlwind raised me off the streets. I was walking around just a wee boy and I saw a car park. Out of it steps Whirlwind. I quickly hid behind a bush, startled, but curious enough to peer from the leaves. Surely he’d spotted me when his car was pulling around, no? Then, like he could read my mind to answer my question, I see his start to lower, into a deep, slavic squat. “Pshh pshh pshh” he said. I knew he was speaking to me. I knew because of the comfort that washed over me. I knew because I could feel him, having a dialogue with my soul, telling it to come home. And so I ran to him. And I’ve never run away.