So thats the game you are going to play.

At seventeen, I had everything figured out, but what wasn’t known to me at that time had more to do with inner conflict, then what I ambitioned. What could a perfectly average white male be in conflict about? Tisk, tisk. You sing the Star - Spangled Banner in pig Latin while I stand on my head. If life was simple, writers would never be oppressed and literature would be this dry insipid thing people use to read way back when. Life is complex and like a rubix cube, it’s just never meant to be solved, because we all know that those supposed genius’s that figured out that damn plastic cube took off the last two stickers...