It's true that in my brevity of life, I was censured for trouble. Constantly considered the desponding mind of a normal boy, and why or how did I become what I am. My answer to them has always been the same, since I was just a child, your deplorable young blood has been ripped up. Thrown to the side for the gibbet by all the wrong scrupulous attitudes, and I'm running out of deference to give. The prodigious lies brought me here, and I'm glutted throughout the mind, soon to be forever blind.