Other than the voices in my head, I think I’m pretty normal.
You have to figure that there is something seriously wrong with somebody who wants to enter a profession that deals with whether people are screwing enough. Dealing with spirits, spooks, and demons almost seemed normal.
Life is much simpler if you don’t notice anything.
Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.
You know, my main goal in life is trying not to end up in a straightjacket.
I really should come with a warning label.