I have decided to become a recluse. I will no longer go out in public. I'm going to have all of my groceries delivered to my door by Walmart. I'm through with society. Because I have a mental disorder, I draw a check. That will make it very easy to be a recluse.

I loved my dad but he treated me like a piece of crap when I was a child. He would cuss me out at the drop of a hat. Once when I was seven years old, he cussed me out because I asked to borrow fifty cents.