In a real bad time in my life when I was a lot younger, I can remember walking the streets with a fucked-up roller bookbag, pretty much dirt poor, and some dope people would give me like a five dollar bill and I'd get excited and told my bro we could go get some snacks...mad nice shit, though I don't think I even thanked the guy then...I try to be a morally upstanding dude, but sometimes me amusing myself by messing with others gets out of hand...some dude swears I gave him teenage depression.