Wow. Let's see, I apparently hate my life, think I'm better than others and know little or nothing about how to live. Damn insightful stuff. I'll have to ask you to excuse me while I walk out of this room, across my beautiful home, give my drop dead gorgeous wife a pinch on the backside, hug my incredible children, call up my job that pays an almost sinful amount of money and tell them I won't be in tomorrow because I'll be in therapy trying to get over these blatantly obvious self-loathing and maturity issues. I can't thank you enough. Oh hey, since I won't be using it as I'll no doubt be spending a significant amount of time in a recovery hospital, would you like to ride the new, custom fixed I'm having torched up? I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it.