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I was having lunch at work a few days ago. A 30-year-old guy I work with invited his wife and cute as 8-month-old son to come and join us. Everyone was taking turns holding and feeding the baby, whilst the proud parents sat side by side. I couldn’t help but think FUCK THAT! Spot on my idea of hell. Each to their own but its not for me. Nothing scares me more, than the thought of being normal. My whole life I’ve tried to make myself unique, something I could be proud of and something that no one could copy. Through art when I was younger and then my twisted idea of ‘fashion’ as I got older. The pressure of evolving into something that would still get me into beautiful women’s pants is getting more intense with age. In the social scene I’ve become part of I have found that these girls want money, money, money and the girls who haven’t been hurt enough are still looking for that riot feeling of love. For the last six months - year, these thoughts have almost driven me to insanity as I