I'm about as normal as Norman Bates.
Honestly, I never really put the mic down.
I had too much Nyquil and Vivarin again. Lost my stomach all over the place.
It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.
My thing is this; if I'm sick enough to think it, then I'm sick enough to say it.
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum.