What's it like to be me? It's like a carnival only with more cheese. Who really knows me? Chances are, not you. I don't know too many people and sometimes that's the way I like it. I'm just living my life trying to do what's right...maybe that's why they don't like me. I don't care...not really. It's nice to be alone. Sometimes you just have to get away or you'll go insane and start putting chocolate sauce on your meatloaf. I'm like a nice big steak; good at the time, but fattening later. I ain't saying I'm a bad fellow. Heavens no. I'm just shy. This may make no sense, but what does, if anything, these days? You just have to sit back and let