conspicuous birdmad i stood out like a sore thumb in that crowd that had it's advantages wild-eyed, dark skinned teenager from the "wrong part of town" with a gothic/cowboy look in among a flock of the fair and the favored i always find it funny that it took my association with the some of the most privileged to awaken and exploit the criminal side of my nature the black trenchcoat which i still own today, was my trademark trouble and money some days i'm almost proud of the debauchery and almost miss the ability to live with no consequences other days, however, i cringe to know that i was capable of the things i did when i led that life secrets i only hint at to any but whom i trust the most deeply or keep to m yself altogether 011014 what's it to you? who go blather from