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I like to imagine you as this scrawny blonde irritated kid with dirty knucles and his shoulders sticking out through the skin in that boyish yet androgenous manner. Smoking cardboard rolled cigarettes and biting his nails until the skin comes off in shreds that he would chew on for hours and finally spit out furiously. A restless kid tempered only by the numerous things that bore him, growing up in a small town where trees outnumber people and rooms spin out of control.