What do you want? Have you come to make fun of me like you always did in high school? Wanna poke fun at the poor kid who wore thrift store clothes and broken glasses? Look into my haunted blue eyes, this mop of graying brown hair and unshaven face. Do you think I have any feelings for you? Pfft, hardly. You're a damn pest, I don't know why I flew to New York to come see your performance. Why don't you go be with your yuppie friends and leave me, the damn nobody, alone. No one will care anyway.