I must have stopped writing, because we got kicked out of the mafia or something. You guys are so beatnik sometimes.

To tell the truth, I don't know where I come from these days. I just want to sleep in my bed and stare at my walls, and pretend that life could be simple, but they make me get out of bed and take care of stupid responsibilities. I would like to be passionate again, and want to read my Bible, and be a go-getter, and I want to rule the world, is that okay?