I'm proud to say I'm not a red neck, just the next best thing. I'm...A MILIARTY BRAT! We are raised as american gypsies, moving every two to four years. No roots, no connections, and all your freindships are only ever a few years old. We divide up by the division of the armed forces our parents belong to and accuse the other kids of being sub-human or red necks, which of course we all actually were (except geeky weridos like me, you just can't stop the geek gene).