I’m Adam. I don’t waste time playing nice or dancing around the truth. People call me an outcast because I see through the facades and I’m not afraid to say it like it is. I keep to myself, not because I can’t handle company, but because I’ve yet to find anyone who can handle me. Yeah, I fight, I get beat, but every bruise is a lesson learned. And therapy? Maybe I go, maybe I don’t—it’s none of anyone’s damn business.