I Killed someone once, in self defense. I worry because I feel nothing because of it, I feel empty.

Some people crave companionship. Not me. I crave solitude. I just want to be by myself.

My wife doesn't know that I am secretly running a small eBay business on the side. I have thousands of dollars that she doesn't know about.

Sometimes when no one is looking, I pretend I'm the dukes of hazard.

You're 24, I'm 41 - we talk in your coffeehouse, and you thank me for helping you with your problems. Are you at all aware of what your boobs do to me?