I'm fucked up. I guess we're all fucked up. Am I fucked up? I guess not, not if it's normal to think of yourself as fucked up, coming to realize that everybody else thinks of themselves as fucked up. So does it really make you? So judge of me as you will!
To know about me is to witness what I do. You cannot be told about me by this simple form of context. It must be absorbed just like that guy tried to give that other guy cancer with his mind. It's a word I can't come to think of right now. To get the full effect, one must witness what is Chris, visually and audibly.
I shall tell you of a few things:
I am a sinner; Although I do not believe in said act of sinning, or the rules of a god. I am not an athiest, but I chose not to believe that is the alternative.
One time I almost got hit by a speeding bus. I would have been splatterd Chris all over the ground.