It’s only a matter of days, I think, until Murrow is mortified at the thought of publicly being in the presence of his totally uncool parents. For now, he’s exerting his independence by recklessly racing throught the streets, desecrating his body with tattoos, and refusing to be force-fed our lies, er, food. OK, so he’s still eating our food… he just insists on feeding it to himself sitting in a regular chair. How rebellious he is.