I'm cursed with the gift of foresight.

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

It may all end tomorrow, or it could go on forever (in which case I'm doomed).

Unfortunately, I am not homosexual... In technical fact, I am humasexual. I am attracted to humans. But, of course, not many.

I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.

I'm cursed with the gift of foresight.

Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform...and so you think you can be rude to me.