Normal people, want to be accepted. Screwed up people, want to be accepted. It's one of the few things we have in common. My whole life, all I ever wanted was my dad to pat me on the top of the head and go, "Who's a good boy ? Who's a good boy ?" But, instead, all he ever did was wipe peanut butter on the end of my nose and laugh while I tried to lick it off.