So why are there so many jerks in my life? Why would I think them up? A possible answer is that they're the real people and I'm just someone one of them thought up and he/she treats me like s**t for his/her own amusement. Therefore, I have to take all the crap that's handed to me and be nice to people I don't like, because I don't know which of them is real and I don't want them to unthink me because basically, the good times outweigh the bad. This business could make me very paranoid, and I'm in law enforcement, and the last thing anyone needs is a gun-toting paranoid. This is all Paul Burke's fault for bringing it up in the first place. No doubt he's the one who thought me up, so, thanks, Paul for the life, but could you do away with some of the idiots I work for and possible get me landlord to lower my rent? I promise to be good.