Sebi's father asked me to post this:
"I was perfectly happy living in the English countryside. Then my son, Sebastian, began acting strangely. He seemed only interested in wearing dresses and tiaras - calling himself things like "Pink Princess" and "Pretty Princess". Right, well, that princess business is not something I could just ignore. So, I uprooted my family, took them to America and enrolled the boy promptly in the Los Altos De Los Huevones Public School system. I purchased an estate in the most expensive neighborhhod in the whole darned country and introduced Sebi to some right proper gents. Now, two years on, the only thing the boy talks to me about is something called "High-fee" and "Fizz Face". I swear it's as though he's speaking another language. And don't even get me started on the music! Then, Sebi wrecked the Jag and told me it was because he was "Ghost Ridin' the Whip". Again, the boy was raised in England and no longer speaks English.
My princess is gone . . . replaced by this negro . . . I miss my princess."