Don't know a fucking thing. And I'm the one that needs therapy. That generational trauma is really very much so a thing. But what do I know? The idiot in this foolish gallery driving down 35 and I hear all the screams. I want to slam on the brakes. I want to jump this bridge. I'll kill us both. In reality, I just want to kill me to get out of this shit. I'll say it one more again