Some of the pencils in my box are broken but that’s cool cause I don't like being normal and I don’t care for people who can’t let loose and have a good time. I don’t really care what people think about me and I am not scared to tell anyone what I think. If you're shy that’s cool too, as long as it’s only a one time thing. Have fun, tip your waitress, and be sure to have a designated driver...There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed...But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing.