So I was beginning my new life as a anomaly, which figured about as much as it sucked.
Water, we go to you dirty and rise from you clean.
Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead.
I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.
I've loved you for as long as I can remember, and I'm going to love you for the rest of my life.
Yeah, I know you. I made you up. This is my dream. You're a mixture of Zac Efron and Johnny Depp.