Who Am I? A very good friend once described me as a medium build chap who you wouldn't want to introduce to your sister.
That's a good strong opener, I like it. Enough beating around the bush, it's all down hill from here.
Using my impulsiveness to be self destructive.
How much money somebody would need to stop being weird and start being eccentric.
The odd realisation that I am not actually trendy enough to dress punk.
You won't steal my kidney.
You actually managed to survive this literary nightmare.
You want to? Or if we are 85%+ enemies, I do like a good enemy. You monster.