I was born in Amsterdam, BathingApes. Too bad it was Amsterdam, New York.

r0k, if I could find someone who'll take my case on for free, I'd offer my life to them.

This is my whole life. Waking up in pain, seeing how everything affects every part of it, feeling "lopsided" because my brain moves at different speeds, smoking one hit of marijuana to cure everything, and, then waiting for the pain to settle back in.

I wake up to go to the bathroom but I'm afraid to take the first step out of bed. If I knew that there I had something to cure me, I'd get out of bed, feet first. Instead, because I never built up a career, I'm teetering on the edge of flat-broke.