Tom Delonge. [my grandpa's out of town ;)]

I spend most of my free time listening to Richard Cheese and crying.

"...it is too late, I can no longer take refuge among them. They could come up and tap me on the shoulder and say, 'Well, what's the matter with that glass of beer?' It's just like all the others. It's bevelled on the edges, has a handle, a little coat of arms with a spade on it and on the coat of arms is written 'Spartenbrau,' I know all that, but I know there is something else. Almost nothing. But I can't explain what I see. To anyone. There: I am quietly slipping into the water's depths, toward fear.
I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together?"