Did you ever say to yourself, boy did I walk into the wrong room? It’s like, you see this door, and it’s closed, but there’s something very tantalizing about it. It’s like it’s saying to you, open me. Open me. And so you open the door and in this room there are all these people and as soon as you open the door all conversation stops and all these heads suddenly swivel in your direction and you see all these faces…all these faces!…and you realize, boy, did I walk into the wrong room. Cause you know everyone in there can’t stand you or you make them really uncomfortable. Or disgusted. Something. And you’re like, oh excuse me and the people are like…what the fuck? Or they’re angry, like you just interrupted something really important, like a demonic worship ceremony, and it was just at the most important part where they’re going to call forth Beelzebub and you ruined the whole thing and now they have to start over. That used to happen to me…a lot.